"You're The Half-Blood Prince!"
Please read WHO IS THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE?, the prequel to this story. Thanks!
This chapter is dedicated to my reviewer, eastwoodgirl! Thank you for requesting word play in DADA class and including Draco! That fabulous idea inspired my muse to crank this out.
Summary, Disclaimers posted with Chapter 1
Warnings: Rated M for a reason! There is some naughtiness lurking about on this page, including kinky word-play and references to intimate body parts! Be forewarned! This story is Pre-Snarry & Snarry (In other words, kissing & other very intimate activities between Harry & Snape.) Additionally, Harry is 16 years old & Snape is his teacher. Don't like, don't read!
Thank you to all my reviewers! I really appreciate all your kind thoughts! You made me grin, do a happy dance, and squeal with delight! I hope you'll enjoy this chapter!
CHAPTER 3
"Why weren't you at breakfast this morning?"
"I overslept."
"Oh… Well, I missed you."
The platinum blond with the ice-blue eyes snickered silently. Potter's got himself a girlfriend? He was in the hallway on the way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. He had planed to arrive to class early so he could talk to his godfather, Prof. Snape. But when he heard Potter's and the Weasley Bitch's voices around the corner, he altered his plans.
Draco was always looking for something to tease the arrogant Golden Boy with. And this year Draco has been especially irritated. He has always been the top Potions student but Prof. Slughorn only had eyes for Potter. So when Draco had the opportunity to eavesdrop on Scarhead and the Weasley Slut, he couldn't pass it up.
"So… I was wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmead with me this Saturday."
"Um, I don't think so, Ginny."
"Why not?"
"I've got a lot of homework this weekend."
"That's a lame excuse, Harry." Silence. "Oh, I get it."
"Ginny…"
"I thought you liked me but you were too shy to ask me out. I finally get up the nerve and you reject me? You led me on, Harry!"
"No, Ginny. Look, I… I never meant to led you on, but…"
"Didn't you like me?"
"I did. Or I thought I did."
"So what's changed? Found another girl?"
"No! Ginny…" Then the voice softened to a whisper. "I'm gay." Silence.
What? ! Potter's a pouf? ! Draco's jaw dropped.
"Since when?"
"A long time, I just didn't figure it out until recently. Look, don't tell anyone. Ron and Hermione are the only ones who know."
Oh, this is good! Draco thought to himself. Who would have ever thought that the Boy Who Lived would be the Boy Who Loves Cock! And he doesn't want everyone to know!
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Draco strutted into the DADA classroom with a shit-eating grin, plotting to maximize the torture and embarrassment he could cause the Chosen One. Crabbe and Goyle arrived a minute later and asked their friend what he was so happy about. "Potter has a secret. He doesn't want anyone to know, but I found out!" he whispered gleefully.
"What is it?" they asked.
"Ssh! He's a pouf! Don't tell anyone just yet. I've got a plan."
Crabbe and Goyle nodded eagerly and stole glances at the dark-haired Gryffindor. Soon Harry was joined by Ron and Hermione. Two minutes before class most of the Slytherins and Gryffindors were in the room and Draco decided that Operation: Humiliate Potter would commence.
"So, Potter, do you prefer wands or caldrons?"
Harry looked at Draco then rolled his eyes.
"Oi, Potter, didn't your mum teach you it's rude not to answer when someone asks you a question? Oh, right, she didn't! She's dead!"
A few Slytherins sitting nearby snickered. Harry shook his head as it telling himself not to get riled up.
"Potter, I asked you a question. Do you prefer wands or cauldrons?"
Harry sighed. "Well, Malfoy, if you really must know, I would rather cast a spell with my wand than brew a potion, so it looks like I prefer wands." Draco elbowed Crabbe, grinning, and in return, he and Goyle grinned back.
"And how much do you prefer wands? So much that you want to, ah, handle others' wands?" putting extra emphasis, hoping his fellow housemates would start to take notice. They did. They sat up, looking curiously from Malfoy to Potter. The male Slytherins caught on first and whispered to the females who blushed.
"I'm perfectly fine with mine, thanks."
The Slytherins snickered at that.
"But are you sure you can handle your wand, Potter? Do you take care of it? Do you polish it?"
At that Harry blushed and his face grew tight with anger.
"Ha! Perhaps you spend more time polishing it than you do using it?" Draco teased, waggling eyebrows suggestively.
Harry glared at him.
"Would you like to polish my wand Potter? If you like wands so much, Potter, perhaps you should polish all of our wands. After all, you might as well be good for something."
Draco grinned wickedly while the other male Slytherins leered, smirked, or raised their eyebrows suggestively. They didn't like the Gryffindor. No, more than that – they hated him. But the idea of a blow job sounded good, no matter who was doing the blowing. The Slytherin boys wondered what Malfoy had up his sleeve. Did he have dirt on Potter and could manage to force Potter into performing services in exchange for keeping a dirty secret? Or was this all just a joke to embarrass him? Either way, the boys were enjoying Potter's discomfort.
Meanwhile the Gryffindors had also started watching with interest but they hadn't caught onto Malfoy's double meaning.
"Come on, Potter, I know you have a thing for wands! Wanna polish mine after class?"
"Shut it Malfoy," Harry yelled. He stood up, whipped his wand out, and pointed it at the Slytherin so quick that he stopped breathing for a moment.
"Detention, Mr. Potter!" Snape drawled as he walked, robes billowing. "See me after class."
Malfoy smirked at Harry. Harry glowered in return and shot a glare at his professor before sitting down.
"And 50 points from Gryffindor."
The lions started grumbling in protest.
"Need I take more?"
The classroom instantly became dead silent.
Prof. Snape lectured briefly on a handful of curses and countercurses and then paired them up to practice. He smirked as he paired up Malfoy and Potter. When green eyes narrowed in protest, he added, "Since you were so quick to whip out your wand for Malfoy earlier I should think you would be delighted."
Draco sniggered at Snape's unintentional joke.
As the Gryffindor and Slytherin dueled, Malfoy continued to taunt Harry when Prof. Snape was not in earshot.
"Gee, Potter, imagine what everyone will think when they read in the Daily Prophet that their beloved Chosen One prefers… wands!"
Harry lost it. "That's it, Malfoy." He marched angrily up to the blond, pointing his wand, but before he could do anything, Prof. Snape's venomous hiss stopped him in his tracks.
"Potter!"
Harry paled and Malfoy relaxed his face, trying to look innocent and surprised. Prof. Snape took a look at each of the boys, dismissed Malfoy and the rest of the class, and ordered Harry to stay.
Before Draco turned to leave, he said, "Maybe if you're good enough he'll let you polish his wand." He smirked and strutted away, leaving behind a red-faced Gryffindor.
"What is the meaning of that?"
Harry turned to look at his professor, still flushed from embarrassment. There was no way he was going to tell him the truth. "Er – I don't know. Maybe because you don't have cauldrons for me to scrub."
Snape snorted. "No, unfortunately I do not. Whatever am I to do with you?"
Harry looked up at the man he both loved and hated, was both attracted to and feared. He longed for the man's attentions but was hurt that the attentions were so cold and cruel. He was angry and humiliated by Malfoy's taunts. He tried to get a grip on himself.
Prof. Snape leaned back, resting his arse and hands against the edge of his desk and crossed one ankle over the other. The way he stood caused the bottom of his jacket to open slightly. Harry tried really hard not to look at the bulge in the professor's trousers, but he found his eyes drifting there a few times.
"What is the reason for your aggressive behavior towards Mr. Malfoy? Why were you bullying him?"
"He was bullying me!"
"I saw you threaten him with your wand – twice."
"Yeah, that was only after he relentlessly taunted me and I couldn't take it anymore."
Snape's eyes narrowed. "Get over it. Grow a thicker skin."
Harry shook his head. "You don't understand, sir."
"I don't understand? I don't understand? !" Cold obsidian eyes narrowed.
Harry looked down, remembering what he saw in the Penseive the year before. "I'm sorry. What I mean is, it's not so much the taunting that bothered me. I was afraid…"
"Of what?"
"That he knows and he might tell others. I don't know how he found out. I only told three friends and they would never tell! Well, perhaps he doesn't know, but if he doesn't then his comments don't make any sense –"
Snape interrupted the Gryffindor's flustered ramblings. "Must you be so indistinct?"
"Er … What?"
"Vague, Potter. What exactly is this all about?"
Harry blushed and looked down. Must he treat me as thought I have the intelligence of a troll?
"Well… ?" Snape asked impatiently.
Harry swallowed nervously. "I'd rather not tell you."
The professor rolled his eyes. "Potter, twice I see you threaten a student. You claim that he was taunting you, but if you don't give me more information than that, I will have to assume that you instigated it, not him."
"He was teasing me about wands," Harry mumbled, looking down. "He said I preferred them to cauldrons."
Snape smirked, remembering the jokes his Slytherin housemates told when he was a student. "Mr. Potter, I think what Mr. Malfoy had to say was rather obvious. You never excelled in my Potions class nor expressed an interest in the subject."
"That's not what he meant," Harry mumbled.
"Oh, and what did Mr. Malfoy mean?"
Harry shook his head. He didn't want to tell him, not because of Malfoy. And he didn't trust that Snape wouldn't use it against him. Then again, it was possible that in a few hours time the whole school would know. He took a deep breath. "Why not. Malfoy is probably telling all the Slytherins right now. By dinner the whole school will know and tomorrow it'll be in the Daily Prophet…" Harry huffed. "I don't think Malfoy was being literal. He was making… crude-sounding jokes about preferring, handling, and polishing wands like he was talking about something else…"
Snape raised an eyebrow. "He's making jokes as though he thought you preferred blokes," he stated, rather than asked.
Harry nodded uncomfortably, wondering how Snape figured it out so quickly. "And I could see the other Slytherins laughing like they understand what he meant."
"And what of his parting remark?"
"It's nothing, sir," he said quickly. "It's just a continuation of what he was saying earlier. He suggested that I should polish all of the Slytherins' wands."
"I see. And do such jokes bother you?"
"I… I just don't want everyone to know. Or make a fuss over it. And Malfoy… makes it sound… like something I should be embarrassed about."
"Mr. Malfoy is probably taking advantage of the fact that he knows you are raised by Muggles and thus are exposed to the homophobia of their world and assuming that you are unaware of the degree of acceptance in the Wizarding world. I'm sure he and the other Slytherins don't care where your attractions lie, only that you appeared uncomfortable and flustered by the jokes."
Harry huffed.
"There's no need to feel embarrassed."
Harry studied the floor, feeling embarrassed despite what his professor said.
"If, and I do mean if, since it is not my business to make such assumptions, that is your preference, you're not alone." He paused. "Everyone assumes that because I am a Potions Master that cauldrons are my tool of choice. But," his voice lowered. "they would be wrong."
Harry's eyes shot up in surprise. His professor stood just as stoic as usual. He wondered if he had imagined it.
"You're dismissed."
Harry didn't move. He hardly heard the man. Snape, my Prince, is gay too?
"Go on, get out. Before I… find some horrible task for you to do."
Harry snapped back to reality. "Uh – about my detention?"
"What detention?" the professor asked, with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh, er – nothing," Harry managed, flabbergasted that he didn't have detention after all. Wow, I can't believe he's really gay! He tried not to look at his professor's crotch but he was unsuccessful. He snuck a quick look and unconsciously licked his lips just before he turned towards his desk. He grabbed his books quickly and threw out a "thanks, sir" before racing for the door, hoping that his professor wouldn't notice that he had a raging hard-on.
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The rest of the day was uneventful. Harry was relieved that no one asked him about what happened before DADA class nor seemed to know his "secret." Malfoy looked at him a couple times with a sadistic grin in their afternoon Charms class, but that was all.
All afternoon and evening Harry had a hard time focusing on his classes and participating in conversation with his friends. He kept thinking about Snape. He thought about the lovely bulge revealed by open robes and a jacket that parted in the middle as the man leaned back on his desk. He fantasized being given "punishments." He played out various scenarios of telling his Prince that he knew who he was and that he wanted him. His heart thumped with happiness at the revelation that Snape was gay. But his stomach also twisted whenever he thought about his actual chances of the man returning his feelings. Yes, being gay meant his chances were improved, but really how much so? Harry was no fool. He looked so much like his father, as so many wizards and witches have told him. How could Snape ever look at him with affection, much less ever desire him?
Harry did rein in his daydreams long enough to pull Ron aside after dinner and ask him about being gay in the Wizarding World. Harry was surprised by how casual Ron was being about the whole thing. Ron confirmed that the Wizarding World nowadays didn't make a fuss over it. Then he clarified that some of the really old wizards from pure-blood families looked down upon it, but they also hated muggles and thought arranged marriages were a good idea. Harry asked Ron why he didn't tell him all that before. Ron just shrugged and said, "you didn't ask." Harry realized that Ron probably took his own world for granted and didn't realize how different muggle culture was.
That night Harry wanked as he remembered Snape's soft velvety voice revealing that he preferred wands. He fantasized being given detention and his "punishment" was to polish his professor's "wand." In the hazy afterglow of his climax as he drifted off to sleep he wondered if Snape had a softer, more affectionate side. He had no doubt that Snape would likely be intense and inventive in bed, and Harry was all for that. But he also wanted more. He didn't want to be smothered, but he did long for affection, for sweet soft kisses, and for cuddles. His last thought before sleep claimed him was of Snape curled up around him as they lay in bed together, of pale lips bestowing soft kisses, and of pale fingers lazily running through dark messy hair.
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Severus was thankful that he had only one class that afternoon – but it was a rowdy and hormonal bunch of third year Gryffindors and Slytherins and he wished that he had Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws instead. The class took every bit of his patience and concentration, and even then three students were sent to the hospital wing and a total of sixty points was deducted.
After class he attempted to mark essays but he was distracted by thoughts of a certain insufferable Gryffindor. He took a potion to aid in his focus and rein in a wandering mind. That helped him get his marking done, but he knew it would mean that all those daydreams he tried to avoid were only delayed and would be all the more insistent later that evening.
After dinner he prepared for an early bed-time. The daydreams, more insistent and more vivid than before began to flood his mind just before he crawled into bed. He squeezed his eyes tight, alternately panted and held his breath, and stroked his aching manhood as he thought about blushes, downcast green eyes, messy black hair, and light pink lips bitten nervously. The knowledge that the young man shared preferences added fuel to his fantasies and he brushed off the nagging reminder that just because he liked cock didn't mean that he would like his cock. Severus was not a fool. He knew he wasn't attractive and he knew that his personality was off-putting, to put it nicely. He was cruel to Potter in the past. There was no reason that he could expect that his affections and desires be returned. But then there was a tiny whisper, a reminder that Potter's eyes seemed to look in the direction of his nether regions several times, and one of those times Potter had licked his lips. And what of that expression Potter had when he revealed that he himself preferred "wands?" Despite Severus' tendency to not dwell on impossibilities, he allowed himself to indulge that night. After his climax, hand still on his softening cock, he drifted off to sleep with a whisper on his lips: "Harry."
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Alright, ladies and gents… please leave a review! And if you do leave a review, please enjoy the magical naughty desserts that I have on my writing desk! ; D If you prefer wands, I have some chocolate gent-parts (some "cut", others "uncut"). And if you prefer cauldrons, I've got chocolate lady-parts. The chocolates are cream-filled and magically responsive to your skills! The more skillful you are at licking the treats, the more the creamy lava flows out. I'm quite proud of the desserts – made them and cast the charms myself. : D