To Teach

Disclaimer: The characters in this story are all JK Rowling\'s. I don\'t own a single one. I\'m borrowing them for a little debauchery, then, I\'ll give them back.


Papaya: Can you feel the familiarity? *grins* I actually had another reviewer elsewhere bring up Kata\'s in reference to what Harry was doing. I started to change it here, but decided I\'d rather get a wonderful reviewer like yourself suggest the correct term than to get a \'You dumbass, Kata is what they call it in Karate\' flame. LOL!! I think I\'m going to change it to Kata. Oh, and there\'s no food play in this chappie. *grins*

Relicwitch: *huggles* Thanks!!! There won\'t be any alo massages inthis chapter, but a little something else... hee heee


ON WITH THE STORY!!!


Harry sat next to Snape on the couch, and looked at him. “So, are we going to finish our conversation from last night? I want to hear about your favorite myths and I want to know what makes you tick. Tell me everything!”

Snape laughed and settled onto the couch. “Well, I know that Celtic myths are taught at every primary school, so I know you know them all. I’d have to say, though, that King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table is my favorite.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. Snape continued, “Mostly, I like this legend because of its roots in history. You know Merlin and all.”

Harry smiled at the older man. “I also enjoy that legend. We did learn about it in primary school, and for the longest time I dreamed up adventures chasing the Holy Grail. It was one of the things that I’d do when Uncle Vernon would lock me in the cupboard.”

Snape noticed the joy in the young man’s voice fade when he mentioned his uncle. “Well, Harry, what else would you like to know? I’ve got forty-five years to recount to you.”

Harry’s joy returned quickly. “Tell me what it was like growing up in a magical house hold.”

Snape recounted much of his childhood to Harry, but only the happy parts and those that really weren’t relevant. He felt it best to save his experiences with his father, the beatings, and general abuse, for a later time.

Harry sighed with happiness. “That’s what I want.”

Severus looked at him quizzically. “I want a family and I want my children to grow up knowing about magic and living in a home where magic abounds. Of course, being gay, I’m probably going to have to adopt or something.”

Snape raised a black eyebrow. “Harry, two wizards can have children.”

Hope filled the younger man’s eyes. “Really?”

“Yes, there’s actually two different ways. The first way is almost unheard of, actually, but if the two wizards are powerful enough, and both want a child, then one can become pregnant with a single spell. The other way, which is very, very common now, entails many different fertility potions and a certain diet before the wizard can conceive.”

Harry put his head in Severus’ lap. “Once I find that perfect person, I’d be completely ready to do that. I don’t care what it would take!”

Snape smiled at Harry’s fervor. “Yes, Harry, you’d make a perfect mother one day.”

Harry laughed at this statement and suddenly yawned. “Wow! I didn’t realize how tired I was. What time is it?”

Snape pulled his pocket watch from his pants pocket. “It’s nearly midnight. What say we head upstairs to bed?”

Sitting up, Harry answered, “I think that’s a brilliant idea.”

He took the older man’s hand and they made the short trip up the stairs. When they got to Snape’s room, Harry held tight to the hand in his and walked further. Severus stopped. Harry looked at him questioningly and raised an eyebrow. Snape shook his head ‘no’ to Harry’s unasked question. “It’s too soon, Harry.”

The younger man looked down and then into his eyes, “I just want a warm body next to me tonight. All of this talk about family has left an ache deep in my heart.”

Severus again shook his head ‘no’. “I know that ache, Harry. I promise you this; it won’t be there for much longer. Tonight is just too soon.”

Harry relented. He settled for a chaste kiss and a murmured ‘goodnight’.

Harry slept deeply through the night, and did not wake at dawn. Around 9AM he was roused by a spine tingling melody. He lay in his bed listening to the song being played somewhere in the castle. It stirred in him a plethora of emotions beginning with loneliness. It progressed to sadness and anger, and finally to joy. He was intrigued by the way the song pulled at his heart. Emotionally drained, Harry rose from his bed. He padded barefoot through the castle toward the notes coming from the unknown piano. He found a stair case that led to the third level of the castle. When he opened the door, he gasped at the large ornately furnished room. There were tapestries of every color hanging on the wall. Persian carpets littered floor, each of a different color and different degree of being worn. Large window’s lined all four walls allowing the morning sun to stream through brightly. The hearth was massive and took up half of one wall, and of course, it had a fire roaring in it. What took his breath away was the ancient grand piano that stood in the middle. He watched as Snape’s nimble fingers made love to the ivory keys and produced the melody. He still didn’t know that Harry was there, behind him, as he had lost himself in the music. Severus easily transitioned from the sad melody to one that made love and unadulterated bliss swell in Harry’s chest. He young man settled against the wall as Snape began to sing.

His voice was not a smooth baritone like Harry thought it might be, but a beautiful tenor. As the song progressed, Snape sang from his heart. He bared his soul playing the piano. Harry could see it. He could hear it in the inflections of the older man’s voice. Harry did not understand a word of the song, because it was in French, but it touched a place in his heart that no one ever had. Tears freely streamed down his cheeks, and he let them. They were tears of happiness and joy, two emotions that were foreign to him. He never realized that a composition could evoke such feelings.

When Severus finished, Harry sniffled, and begun clapping. The sudden noises violently jerked Snape from the trance playing always put him in. He turned and seeing Harry sitting on a deep green rug, clad only in his boxers with his robe hanging open, splayed about his knees and ankles, Snape blushed.

Harry wiped his nose and rubbed at the tear streaks on his face. “That was beautiful.”

Severus cleared his throat. “Well, I generally don’t play for an audience. I usually don’t sing for one either.”

Harry rose and walked toward the other man. “You should. I’ve never heard anything so heart wrenching and at the same time joyous in my life.”

“Well, I…ahem…I wrote both of those pieces.”

Harry touched the man’s face as he stood before him. “With talent like that, why did you settle on being a greasy potion’s master?”

Snape leaned into the touch and as he gazed into the emerald depths of Harry’s eyes, he shrugged. Harry leaned in and kissed him. His lips were soft and Harry’s tongue ran swiftly across the other man’s bottom lip begging for entrance. Snape parted his lips and admitted Harry’s tongue into the warm moist cavern. Their tongues danced the delicate dance they were always meant to. Severus was the first to pull back. “I…Harry…” Snape said with a hint of panic in his otherwise neutral face.

Putting his fingers to Severus’ mouth, Harry hushed him. His eyes were dark with lust and his stomach fluttered with need. “It’s right. Don’t fight it.”