Another Kind Of Magic

Summary: Follow Harry's basic education of yet another art Severus Snape is quite proficient in.

AN: For the story you are about to read it is necessary for me to point out a few things that are not according to canon.

1) Severus Snape very obviously survived and pleasures us with his usual (hopefully) sarcastic self

2) The timeline is actually according to the books, I just squeezed another year in there so that Harry could complete his *cough cough* education (no, Professor McGonagall I don't need coughing drops). That means Harry's of age (which he would be anyway in the wizarding world)

3) I very obviously ignored that little fling Harry and Ginny had going on and yes, that means the epilogue in Deathly Hallows does not exist for me

4) Harry's private lessons with Severus Snape have continued although DADA was included

5) I ignored Severus Snape teaching DADA in The Half-Blood Prince

6) I'm not sure if I've forgotten something but if so: I'm sorry

7) "~" means there is a change in POV, it doesn't mean it's a new paragraph

This is not supposed to be a master piece of fanfic even though I did my best to make it as enjoyable as possible. My purpose was to portray a different side of the BDSM lifestyle as the one that is commonly known.

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Another Kind Of Magic


Prologue


After the war and defeating Voldemort, Harry had believed that he finally would be able to live a normal life, to be the normal person he had always thought he was.

You see, because until his eleventh birthday that was exactly what he had thought he was: just Harry, a normal boy. But he had been proved wrong and learned that in fact he was a wizard.
Well, the next best thing to being a normal boy was being a normal wizard, but that thought hadn't last for long. Only hours after knowing that he was a wizard, he found out that he was famous in the world he had no knowledge of. He was The Boy Who Lived, later then The Chosen One.

That was all good and well; so he was the legendary wizard that was supposed to kill You Know Who, but at least he was a normal healthy teenager who woke up with stained sheets caused by dreams he couldn't remember.

Then he discovered that kissing Cho didn't quite have the effect on him as his dreams had, but walking in on two boys groping each other heatedly obviously did something to his blood pressure – at least according to his tented trousers.

Being not just Harry, but The Golden Boy Who Is Gay was only another adjustment to which Harry got accustomed to; he was good in adapting after all.

The fact that not everything was as it seemed at first sight (for example his father, Snape, Dumbledore's death) was quite a shock, but not one as big as the one realising that he had to walk up and embrace death to vanquish Voldemort.

But even death wasn't what it seemed to be – not for him anyway and he came back and truly defeated the epitome of evil.

After the first couple of months in which the wizarding world was celebrating freedom, Harry had thought that now was the time to be what he always wanted to be: just Harry, a health gay wizard.

Far from it because Harry was The Boy Who Killed You Know Who That Still Had A Piece Missing.

Harry knew that this missing piece was related to his nightly dreams (the ones staining the sheets), which had not only become more explicit but he also remembered parts of them – much to his embarrassment.

Obviously Harry wouldn't be Harry if he wouldn't at one point decide to go to the bottom of things – at least if they don't disappear by themselves. It was also very obvious that Harry wasn't into research as much as others and after two rather unsuccessful hours of trying to find information in the Internet during the summer break, he opted to ask someone – even if that meant that he had to face a certain dark haired wizard.

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Harry rubbed his sweaty hands on his robes. This was worse then facing ten Death Eaters at once. He swallowed nervously and glanced from the table in front of him at the dark haired teacher in front of the class who of course paid no attention to him. Harry had no idea if the rumours were really true but he couldn't think of anyone else to ask about something like that.

"Class dismissed." The well-known snarl resonated in the room.

Everyone who hadn't already finished packing their bags was quickly stuffing the last things into them. Hermione and Neville were standing beside Harry to wait for him. But he shook his head and whispered that he would meet them for dinner in the Great Hall. The two gave him questioning looks but hurried away without asking him further. At long last the classroom was empty except him and Snape. Harry tried to calm himself but his heart kept racing and his breathing wasn't as calm as he would have liked.

Slowly he stood up and went to the desk where Snape was standing. After clearing his throat twice Harry finally managed to speak: "Professor, sir, could I talk with you?"

"You already are, Potter. You better make it worth my while. I don't know why I should waste a good dinner." Snape said, draping his robes around him while he crossed the arms over his chest.

Harry looked away and clenched his fists. It was even harder then he had imagined. His eyes moved between Snape's chin (he didn't dare look him in the eyes) and the desk in front of him. "I… Sir…" Harry stuttered.

"I'm waiting, Potter."

With a deep breath Harry said that he didn't know whom else he could ask about this.

"I'm quite sure you know by now that I am not interested in guessing, Potter. So you either define 'this' or you might want to come back when you are able to articulate yourself clearly," Snape said, his voice sounding bored.

Harry closed his eyes for a moment, keeping himself from just turning around and leaving. Slowly he opened his eyes again and starred at Snape's chin. "Sir, I don't even know if it is true, but I do have to ask someone before it drives me insane." Harry took another deep breath. "Do you know anything about BDSM?"

There, now he had said it. With a relieved sigh he looked up but his relieve turned into anxiety as he saw Snape's face. The neutral and maybe bored features were gone. Instead Harry saw the wrath coming through.

"Why am I not surprised, Potter? I knew that could only be some kind of Gryffindor prank. Fifty points from Gryffindor. And now get out of here at once!"

Harry shook his head vigorously. "No, sir, please!"

He stepped forward but Snape raised a hand from underneath his robe and a wand was pointed straight into Harry's face.

"Get. Out. Now!"

A part in Harry's mind was surprised that things around them weren't freezing with the coldness that emitted from Snape. The other part tried to think of a way to make Snape believe that he was serious and not playing tricks on him. He didn't know any. He grabbed for the last straw and slowly got down on his knees.

"Please, sir. This is not about Gryffindor. It's about me." He shook his head lost for more words.

"About you sinking so low only for another possibility to brag about your knowledge of me? You have ten more seconds to get out of my classroom, Potter."

Harry hung his head. He had no idea how to convince his teacher.

"Suit yourself, Potter. If you are so eager to play your role…"

Harry saw a twirl of black robes in front of him and then the dark wizard walking to the door to his office. With a loud bang the door fell shut behind Snape.

Harry closed his eyes.

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