I still don't own any of these characters, which sucks because I would love to have some time alone with Snape...*blush*.
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Black trousers that fit like a second skin, seventeen galleons. Long sleeve fitted button front shirt in your favorite color, thirteen galleons. Grey wool pea coat in the style of Her Majesties Royal Navy, eighteen galleons. Seeing the look of surprise on people's face when they see you dressed casually for the first time in twenty odd years, Priceless.

In all the years he had worked at Hogwarts no one, not one living soul including Albus, had ever seen Severus Snape without his long black robes. It didn't matter that he wore muggle style clothing under said robes at all times because no one ever saw them. He hadn't planned on dressing casually for his meeting with Charlie Weasley but he had no way of knowing how late their little chat would run and he wanted to look his best for the infernal couples night he was being "forced" into.

When he walked into the Three Broomsticks, his pea coat unbuttoned so that all and sundry could see his shirt, he spotted Charlie right way. Aside from the bright red hair that made it easy to find him in any situation, he was easy to spot because of his location. He'd chosen a table in the back of the room, where the two walls met. Severus smirked as he walked toward his lunch date. He liked the fact that the man knew he wouldn't be comfortable with his back to the room. It spoke volumes that he wasn't comfortable leaving his own back exposed either.

~*~

Charlie knew the moment Severus entered the bar and it had nothing to do with the slight gasp the more then one person let out. He had to admit, if only to himself, Snape looked good. The black trousers and well fitted shirt showed off his body without being lewd. It was apparent why Harry was attracted to the man. As his former teacher, and current colleague, made his way over Charlie smile and raised his pint in salute. ~*~

Severus raised an eyebrow as his lunch companion raised his pint glass.
"And what, prey tell, was that for Mr. Weasley?"

Charlie smiled at the other man as he took his seat. "Nice digs Professor. It's too bad you aren't my type. You look really good."

Severus smirked at him and shook his head. "I would say, based on looks alone, that you are lying. The dark hair, my trim build. Not to mention my other, how shall I say it, positive attributes all tell me that I am indeed, your type."

"Come now Snape. We both know I was talking about your temperament in the bedroom, not your looks. I'll admit that there have been a few different times when I've found myself attracted to you on a purely mental level though."

"Really? When was this?" Snape asked with a smirk before he turned to Rosemerta. "A pint of Guinness and another of whatever my friend here is having."

"Tennent's eighty shillings. Thanks." Charlie informed the barmaid before she walked away. He made sure she was out of earshot before he continued speaking. "A few years ago I saw you coming out of one of the naughtier shops on Holloway road. About three months later I saw you again leaving Pandora's Box. I came to the misguided conclusion that you were a bottom. That intrigued me. It wasn't so long ago that I was your student and it turned me on to think that you were a right bastard in a normal setting but a pussy cat in bed."

Severus had to fight back the smile that wanted to emerge. "The world pussy has never been associated with me in any context. I will admit that I bottomed in my youth, before I realized that I was a born to be a top." Looking up as the barmaid returned with their drinks he nodded his head. "Thank you Rosemerta."

Taking a sip from his glass Charlie looked the other man in the eye. "You didn't invite me to lunch to talk about yourself Professor. In your letter you mentioned Harry…" He let his voice trail off.

"First, please call me Severus. I plan on calling you Charlie whether you like it or not. Secondly, you are correct. I didn't ask you to meet me so that I could wax eloquent about myself. I asked you here because we have more then a few things in common. The most important of those things being Harry."

Charlie nodded and waited for Severus to continue.

"Did it come as a surprise when you learned that Harry had found another to play with?"

"Honestly? No. Harry has a high sex drive. I knew that he wouldn't wait around for me to change my mind. I have to admit that it stung a bit to know that he had moved on. I was the first man to…use him the way you do. I taught him quite a bit. It made me a little sad to know that I didn't have him waiting for me anymore."

"That's understandable. I love knowing that I have him to spend time with after a long day of teaching. He is a very good pet. You did a wonderful job training him, if you don't mind my saying so. Has he always been so eager for the pain or is it something that developed over time?" Snape asked, a glint of pleasure in his dark eyes.

"He's always been a bit of a whore for the pain. His threshold is unbelievably high. Our boy can take so much." Realizing what he had just said a blush tinted the red haired mans cheeks. "I'm sorry. He isn't mine anymore. He's yours… Your boy can take a lot."

"Actually, that is what I wanted to talk to you about." Severus said with a lecherous smile.
"Harry's high pain threshold?" Charlie asked, a confused look on his face.

"No you dolt. I wanted to talk to you about him being ours."

~*~

The clock had barely struck the quarter 'til mark when Severus stepped out of Harry's fireplace. He could hear a strange thumping sound coming from down the hall that lead to his boy's room. His interest piqued, he moved through the house quickly, his feet eating up the distance between the fireplace and his occasional bedroom.

~*~

Harry was bent over at the waist, the top half of his body hidden inside his closet as he searched, in vain it seemed, for his dictionary. The sound of books landing on the floor after he tossed them over his shoulder kept him from hearing the floo as Severus arrived.
It wasn't until he heard the other mans voice that he knew he wasn't alone anymore.

"Well that is a lovely sight to come home too."

Turning his head as he straightened up, Harry sent a smile over his shoulder. "Hello handsome. How was your date?" He asked with a touch of cheek.

"Don't get cheeky with me pet. We both know what will happen if you do and there really isn't enough time for that type of punishment right now. Now is there?"

"Oh, no Sir. I'm sorry for being cheeky. I'll be a good boy from now on Master. I promise." Harry whispered in his lover's ear before kissing a trail down his jaw to his lips. His hands rubbing the other mans chest before going down to work on the zipper that was hiding the object of his affection.

~*~

They left 7 Church Rd five minutes late. Harry wrapped his arms around Severus when they stepped outside his gate and kissed his cheek.

"You look amazing by the way. I like that color on you."

Severus winked at his pet. "My date said the exact same thing."

If anyone had been walking by at the time they would have heard a hearty laugh followed by a loud popping sound as the two apparated away.

~*~

Hermione had just finished setting up the Scrabble board when the doorbell rang.

"Ron, can you get that please? It's probably Harry and Professor Snape." She shouted from the kitchen.

"I'm on it love." Came the reply. Moments later she heard the sounds of three male voices greeting one another.

Dusting her hands off on her jeans she walked into the living room, a good-natured grin on her face. By passing Severus, she wrapped her arms around Harry by way of greeting. "Hello Harry! How has your day been?"

Harry squeezed his best friend tightly before pulling away so he could answer her. "It's been good thanks. I've looking forward to tonight all day."

"Us as well." Turning toward Snape she grinned like a fool before wrapping her arms around his thin frame. "We hug in this house Professor."

Severus made a face that was half smile half choking on your own vomit, but let the hug continue. When Hermione pulled away he raised an eyebrow at her. "Am I going to be treated to your special brand of man handling every time we see each other Ms. Grang-."

"My name is Hermione. That man over there is Ron. Not Mr. Weasley, that's his father. Should we call you Professor or Severus?"

"Or Sir?" Harry asked with a wicked smirk.

Ignoring his pet he looked at the Weasley-Granger contingent. "You may use my given name if you so wish."

"Thank you. Here, come inside. We aren't ready to head out yet, besides, we aren't sure about whether we want to go out or order in for supper. By the way Severus, you look very nice. That is a good color for you."

"Oi, Severus. I have to agree with 'Mione. You look good, and it's nice to see you in primary colors for a change." Ron said with a rather cheeky grin.

"There are three Primary colors Ronald and I can assure you that aubergine is not one of them." Came the snarky replay.

"Neither is Black and sorry to break it to you mate, but your shirt is purple."

"I am so glad that after seven years at one of the top wizarding academies in the world you are able to identify your colors…"

~*~

"I assure you Ron, josser is a word." Severus said for the third time, his long white fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I think you are just making it up. Hermione, I am officially contesting his word. Get the dictionary."

"Come off it Weasley! You are only contesting this word because I refused to let you claim that banana-hammock was a real word. Josser, on the other hand, is a real word. It a term that refers to individuals who are not born into the circus, it also means outsider."

"He's right Ron. Josser is a real word. It's a triple word score as well as double letter score; so it comes out too… wow Severus! Forty-two points. Not too shabby for your first time playing." Hermione said with glee as she marked down the Potion Masters score in a note pad.

Severus signed and watched Harry add his letters to the board, his tan fingers fiddling with the little wooden tiles to get them into the boxes perfectly. He found it hard to believe but he was enjoying himself more then he had in years. The fact that he was doing so with three Gryffindor's didn't escape his attention. He found that the older he got the more people from his opposing house he befriended. Even though he pretended to be irritated by it, the way they acted towards one another made him happy. He liked knowing that Harry would always have close friends that he could look to no matter what. He had lost more friends then he could count from his own house. The need to move up the proverbial ladder always left more then one person in the dust. Severus had learned that first hand.

The night had started out on a positive note and only got better. Their supper, which they decided to pick up and bring back to the flat, was simple yet flavorful. When he had informed them that the only curry he had ever tasted was chicken tikka masala Hermione looked at him as though he had grown another head. Ron had whistled low, and Harry just shook his head before kissing Severus cheek and informing him that he was doomed. Apparently Hermione had grown up eating Indian food and refused to let anyone eat anything with meat in it when they ordered from the local curry restaurant. She said it would add more sophistication to his pallet, Ron said it was because the meat dishes from her local were rubbish. Gods help him, he was more inclined to believe Weasley.

"Severus, you will be getting the idli and sambar as well as the butter dosa masala." Hermione had informed him as they all put on their jackets and ventured out into the night.

They sat on the floor around a low coffee table eating and chatting for over an hour and a half before starting the game. The conversation was easy and fun, dipping into the serious when they spoke of work then turning silly and familiar when family and friends were mentioned. Severus was able to partake in all parts of the conversation and even found himself on the end of more then one joke. The best by far was when Hermione disappeared into her bedroom for a few moments, only to reappear wearing her over sized pink hippo bathrobe demanding that he teach her how to flourish her robes the way he did when he was dealing with students. It had taken her a full fifteen minutes to convince him to teach her and another twenty before she had it down perfectly, which only happened after he donned Ron's robe and walked her through the process step by step.

The sound of Hermione laughing pulled him back to the game. Ron had come to the conclusion that bat was a good word to add to the board. Looking pointedly at Severus he informed Hermione that she still needed to add all five of his "greasy" points to score pad. Looking down at his tiles and back at the board Severus thought for a moment before shaking his head and adding his word, his free hand covering his progress so that no one could see what he was spelling. With a smirk in Ron's direction he removed his hand. The look on the man's face when he saw the word made Severus laugh out loud. His deep rich chuckle seemed to infect the others because soon the room was filled with the laughter of four people. At the end of the night the scores were added up, Severus coming out the victor. He knew that he had been accepted by the other two thirds of the golden trio when Ron informed him that he thought his "come back" word was perfect. Severus had to agree, not only was it a poetic rebuttal to the red heads insult, it had also earned him the nine point lead he held through the rest of the game. I do believe I have a new favorite word he thought to himself as he pushed the six tiles that spelled out weasel back into the box.