"You're The Half-Blood Prince!"
Please read WHO IS THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE?, the prequel to this story. Thanks!
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!
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CHAPTER 4
ONE WEEK LATER
The chatter of the 6th year Gryffindors and Slytherins came to a halt as Prof. Snape stormed into the classroom, letting the door slam behind him.
"It has come to my attention that the Defense professors you have had prior to this year neglected to adequately instruct you on the many terrors you could face when you no longer attached to your mummy's apron strings."
Harry sighed in frustration at the likely-intended jab at Prof. Lupin, who was in fact (alongside Snape) the best professor that they had ever had for DADA. Well, the man who impostered as Mad-Eye did teach them rather useful things too, but Harry did not like to think much of him.
Harry was startled by a jab in his ribs by Hermione and realized that his mind had wandered off. Oh, hell. Snape was looking right at him. Harry swallowed nervously.
"- be to your benefit to pay attention and take this topic seriously."
Prof. Snape tapped his wand on a chalkboard at the front of the classroom and the board filled itself with a list, titled "Household and Garden Pests." Immediately the classroom was filled with snickers, which quickly hushed as the professor's dark eyes glared dangerously.
"Think this is funny? I assure you, when your wand is eaten by chizpurfles or your house collapses from bundimuns, you won't be laughing."
Prof. Snape spent the first half of the class period with a lecture on a variety of creatures which could plague homes and gardens and their removal through the use of potions and charms. At first most of the students rolled their eyes at the subject. But when it was time for them to take their turns at learning and practicing the charms against actual creatures that Prof. Snape had procured for them, they realized just how pesky some of the pests were and how difficult it was to get rid of them.
It was Harry and Ron's turn against the chizpurfles. Ron groaned. "This is a waste of time. Mum has a potion she uses. Works perfectly. Snape is an idiot. We don't need this charm."
Harry had tried to get Ron's attention by elbowing him, but he was too late. Snape had overheard him and was already making his way over to them.
"Ah, but what if, Mr. Weasley, if you did not happen to have a bottle of store-purchased potion on-hand and were too incompetent to brew your own batch? Knowing this charm would then prove rather useful." Snape crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows.
Ron swallowed nervously. "Um, sure. Yeah."
Snape pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes at Ron and then turned to look at Harry. "Well? Shouldn't you be practicing?"
Harry sighed and nodded. He stared down at the nasty little pests at the bottom of the small cauldron, spoke the incantation and waved his wand. But in his nervousness his wand slipped out of his hands - and flew right toward Snape.
Snape caught it easily. He curled his lip and rolled his eyes. "Really, Potter, if a few nasty bugs is enough to make you lose your nerve, what will you ever do when you're up against the Dark Lord?"
Harry could feel his cheeks redden in embarrassment. He held out his hand for his wand, but Snape didn't hand it over. Instead he began looking over Harry's wand, as though inspecting it.
"You've been neglecting your wand, Mr. Potter."
"I – what?"
Snape looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. "Neglecting your wand. Have you ever cleaned it?"
"Well, sure," Harry replied, thinking it was an odd question.
"Just a quick rub on your robes?" Snape asked with a smirk.
Harry shrugged his shoulder. "Er… why not? It works."
"No, Mr. Potter, it doesn't work." Snape turned sharply and strode up towards his desk at the front, billowing his robes and speaking louder than necessary. This caught the attention of all the other students. "Wands require proper care if they are perform at their best. And if you did have an infestation of chizpurfles in your home? Why, a neglected wand would suffer damage much more quickly than a wand well-cared for."
Once behind the desk, the Defense professor retrieved a potion bottle and a cloth from a drawer. "You have got to use oil – proper oil, mind you, not just any oil. And it is just as important to have a proper cloth."
Snape pulled the stopper from the bottle and pour some of the contents onto his fingers. "Since your wand has not been properly oiled in all these years and your wand has had heavy use, I recommend applying a liberal amount of oil with your fingers."
He ran his fingers along the wand, from handle to tip, and back again on the other side. He gently gripped the handle with his fist and slowly pulled the wand through, twisting it as he did so. Then he used his fingertips, rubbing the wood back-and-forth and in circular motions, making his way slowly from one end to the next.
Harry felt his face flaming. He kept his eyes forward. He had no desire to see Malfoy gloat at his embarrassment.
"Get it into all of the crevices," Snape continued. "Rub the oil into the wand, slowly and thoroughly. Take your time so that the wood can soak it in." When Snape finished rubbing at the tip, he then reached for the cloth. "And finally, rub your wand with the cloth. Again, slowly. Many foolish wizards make the mistake of rubbing their wands too quickly."
Snape gave a fierce glare to the class when he heard some snickering. "But it is best to do it more slowly, with finesse. The purpose is to help the oil absorb into the wood, as well as remove excess oil. Make sure you do a thorough job. You do not want your wand to be too slippery." Again there were snickers but they quickly died when Snape gave another fierce glare.
The professor finished demonstrating, left the cloth on top of the desk, strode back to where Harry stood red-faced, and handed the wand back to him. "Well? Why didn't you already know this?"
"No one told me," he answered quietly.
Snape rolled his eyes and then looked round at the class. "Well, what about the rest of you? Don't you know this? Didn't your parents teach you? Mr. Weasley."
"Uh, yes, Prof. Snape?" Ron asked nervously.
"Did your parents teach you to polish your wand?"
Ron smiled with relief. "Oh! Yes, they did."
"With proper oil and cloth?"
"They probably couldn't afford it!" Malfoy interjected, laughing.
Snape didn't seem to hear the comment. "Well?," he asked Ron.
"Yes, sir."
"How often do you polish your wand?"
"Uh. I think I last polished it a couple months ago."
"Not often enough," Snape pronounced coldly. He turned to face the Slytherins. "Mr. Malfoy, did your parents teach you to properly polish your wand?"
Malfoy smiled smugly. "Yes, sir, they did. I watched my father polish his wand from an early age. When my parents bought me my first wand, father watched me polish my own wand for the first time and said I did it perfectly."
"And how often do you polish your wand?"
"Several times a week."
"Professor," Hermione interjected. "Isn't once a week ideal? I read in The Official Handbook of Wand and Staff Care that for most wiz –"
"I didn't ask for your comments, Ms. Granger."
Snape, to everyone's displeasure, then assigned the class to a two foot essay on how to properly care for one's wand (including, but not limited to, how to properly clean and protect its finish), how proper wand-care relates to a wizard's ability to perform charms, and finally, how wand-care relates to the topics of the day's lesson.
Ten minutes remained of their class period. Snape prowled while everyone returned to practicing the charms they had learned earlier in class. And then, to their great relief, they were dismissed.
As the class filed out of the classroom, Harry felt himself shoved from behind. He turned quickly and glared at Malfoy, who was grinning at him with glee.
"So, Potter, did you enjoy having your wand polished by Prof. Snape?"
Harry immediately felt a rush of anger and embarrassment. "Not as much as I'm sure you enjoyed watching your father polish his!"
The grin quickly fell from Malfoy's face. "You'll regret that, Potter," he spat. He wrinkled his nose and pushed Harry aside. Malfoy ran quickly out the door as Harry and his friends watched.
"Good one, Harry!" Ron exclaimed with a clap on the shoulder.
HPSS HPSS HPSS
Throughout the day Harry thought about what had occurred in Defense class with embarrassment and anger. He wondered why Snape was trying to humiliate him. Again, like so many times before, he cursed himself for being attracted to a man who so obviously disliked him.
And yet, in spite of all that, to have his wand be so thoroughly touched by his Prince was thrilling for him. He guarded his wand jealously, keeping it in his pocket or hand, never laying it down on a desk or dining table like he might have on a normal day.
It wasn't until the darkness and quiet of the dorm-room at bedtime that Harry reconsidered his assumptions.
He remembered the conversation they had after class a week ago. Really, now that he thought about it, Snape had been rather kind. What if the man's cruelty towards him was just an act? And was it just a coincidence that he polished his wand today when dirty jokes were made about that last week? Snape even admitted to preferring wands, as a way of indicating that Harry wasn't alone in being gay. What if he was flirting with him? Harry was amused at the thought.
He smiled to himself and pushed his pajama pants down. He retrieved his wand from under his pillow. Snape had touched his wand. He ran the length of the wand along his chest, imagining that somehow the magic of Snape's touch would be transferred from wand to skin. He hesitated and then trailed his wand down further, all the way down the length of his cock. He shuddered with arousal. He then lined up his wand against his shaft and held it in place with one hand. With the other hand he grasped both wand and cock together and slowly ran his hand up and down, imagining that it was Snape's hands on him. He replayed in his mind the way the man had grasped his wand and pulled the wand through his hand, the way that his fingertips rubbed back-and-forth and in circular motions, from handle to tip. It was oddly exciting to do something so dirty and yet…
He stopped. If he dirtied his wand, it would have to be cleaned, and thus, in a sense, would remove Snape's presence from it…
Harry quickly stowed his wand back under his pillow and resumed his touches, sans wand. He replayed in his mind the wand-polishing demonstration and fantasized that he was ordered to stay after class. He imagined various things that one or the other might say that would result in a polishing lesson of a different sort. When he reached this portion of his fantasy he increased the speed and friction of his strokes until he shuddered with his release.
HPSS HPSS HPSS
Severus couldn't resist. The opportunity was there and he took it. On the surface, in the eyes of his other students, it was an opportunity to insult Harry Potter. But for Severus, it was a way for him to flirt with the foolish boy. He wondered if Harry figured out what he was really doing. And he wondered if Harry minded. As he laid in bed he finally took care of the problem that he had had all afternoon and evening each time he thought about what he had done in class. Having suffered from frustration all day, he didn't waste time with slow and teasing touches. He stroked himself quickly and firmly, all the while shamelessly replaying his wand-polishing demonstration in class, altering the events of the end of class so that Harry was ordered to stay after, and fantasizing that their after-class meeting consisted of the confession of mutual desires and a successful attempt to satisfy them. It didn't take long for him to reach his climax. In the afterglow he wrapped his arms around his pillow and imagined he was spooning his lover and whispering sweet words in his ear.
HPSS HPSS HPSS
Wow, it's taken over a year (nearly two? Eek!) to update this story! I hope that the wait was worth it, for those of you who read the previous chapters when I first posted it! I plan on finishing this story with one final chapter. Hmm.. Will Harry finally confess his knowledge of who the Prince is and his desires for him? How will Severus react? You'll just have to wait and see! I should have the final chapter ready by the end of summer.
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