Areas of Expertise

-- Ok, the boys are messing me about! I knew exactly what I wanted to happen, but they decided to shag instead. Plus Hermione and Ron got cross that they'd been left out for a bit (I tried explaining that people want SS/HP but they were having none of it) so I had to put them back in. Grrr!



-- Again, thanks for the reviews. I can't believe how long this story is already! And I've got at least another six more chapters to write. SP



Chapter Fifteen –



“I have never let my schooling interfere with my education.” Mark Twain.



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“Ok, what do we actually know about Malfoy?



“He’s a slimy git!”



“Ron! You’re supposed to be helping.” Hermione scolded as she sat in the common room, a quill and parchment balanced on her knees. She glared at him. “We agree there is something going on, don’t we?”



“Yes,” Ron was quick to nod.



“And we agree that it has something to do with Malfoy?”



“Yes.”



“So, what could it be? What do we know about him?” she asked, returning to her original question.



“Erm, he’s in Slytherin?” Ron suggested.



Hermione rolled her eyes. Ron really was the master of the blindingly obvious.



“Oh, his parents are known Death Eaters!” Ron almost bounced in his chair, feeling he had a real point.



Hermione seemed to agree as she wrote it down on her parchment. “Well, Lucious Malfoy is a known Death Eater, but his wife probably is as well.” She said, reasoning carefully.



Ron frowned, thinking back to last summer when they’d gone to the Ministry. “Malfoy was meant to get the prophecy for You-Know-Who, but messed it up.”



Hermione wrote down: Dark Lord probably angry with Malfoy family.



“Do you think Draco’s got the Dark Mark?” Ron asked, a frown wrinkling his freckly forehead.



Hermione considered, putting her quill in her mouth (and spitting out a mouthful of feathers – she had never quite got used to not putting pens into her mouth). “Isn’t he a little young?”



“We don’t know what age You-Know-Who lets them join. Maybe the younger the better. And anyway, perhaps Draco has gotta do something to make You-Know-Who less cross with his dad.”



Hermione gave Ron a look of astonishment. “That’s a really good idea, Ron.” The red head looked pleased. “But what?”



“Kill Harry?” Ron suggested, but his friend shook her head.



“Oh no, You-Know-Who would want to do that himself. But maybe attack someone here, after all, that’s where he is.”



Ron got out of the comfy chair he had been sitting on, and paced in front of the fire. “Harry’s kid?” he asked, very quietly.



Hermione bit her lip. “I’d be inclined to agree, except Malfoy doesn’t know about that yet. No one does.”



“We don’t know that. Snape might’ve told You-Know-Who.”



Hermione got up too and faced Ron. “No, Ron, if Snape had told You-Know-Who, he’d have told Harry – to warn him. And Harry would’ve told us.”



Ron turned his back on her and asked something; a horrible idea that had been building in him for the past three weeks. “Would he, though? We haven’t seen much of him, have we? He appears in our lessons then whoops he’s off again, back down to the dungeon and Snape. He doesn’t seem to need us, or want us.”



Hermione considered. Ron was very hurt by Harry’s new behaviour, as she was, but even so, Ron had always been closer to the raven haired boy than she. She spoke gently, “Ron, at the moment he needs to be with the child’s father. He can’t help that, it’s a biological thing. And, I think he needs to really accept a few facts about himself. Once he sorts his head out, he’ll realise that he has been a prat and come back. He always does.”



“What if he doesn’t? What if Snape becomes his best friend?”



Hermione wrinkled her nose. “That’s an unpleasant thought. Snape will always be the father of Harry’s baby, so he’s always going to be around in some way. I don’t see Harry opening up to him though. And I really don’t see Harry falling in love with the guy.”



“Hermione! That’s too disgusting for words! Urgh!” Ron looked utterly mortified.



***



“Potter!” Snape growled as Harry wriggled his bare ass enticingly, “Keep still!”



Harry wriggled again, suppressing the urge to laugh.



“Stop it! I’ll spank you!”



Harry groaned at the image, rolling onto his back to look at the older man. “Promise?” he queried, cock twitching at the thought.



“Potter!” Snape ground out, almost desperate.



“Don’t call me that.” Harry snapped. “It makes me think of my Dad.”



Severus leaned back on his heels; fucking the boy suddenly the furthest thing on his mind (well, almost) and looked down. “What should I call you?”



“Erm, how about HARRY?” Harry said, deeply sarcastic.



Snape mulled that over. “Perhaps I can manage that. And in private, perhaps you should call me Severus.” He paused before adding, “And NOT Sev.”



“Really?” Harry was surprised. “I never thought you’d allow that.”



Clearly unaware that he’d already called Snape by his first name a few times during sex, Severus smiled. “Well, when I’m shoving my cock in your ass or your mouth, you can hardly call me Snape or Professor can you?”



“When you’re shoving your prick in my mouth, I can’t call you anything.” Harry muttered.



“It’s my way of having a few moments of peace of quiet from your infernal chattering.” Snape said, without any heat or annoyance.



“So, am I too talkative now?” Harry asked, a smile just beginning.



“Definitely.” Snape slid one hand onto his dick and stroked it, staring at Harry’s lips.



The Gryffindor moved, crawling towards the older man. He took the shaft in one hand and licked his lips. He loved sucking Snape’s cock. It felt wonderful to have the other pushing in and out of his mouth, hearing the groans, and knowing his skill was doing that.



“Ask me nicely.” Harry said. After all, Snape was always going on about how the children never had any manners.



“Suck it!” Snape growled.



Harry tilted his head on one side. “What’s the magic word?”



“Now!”



The Gryffindor shrugged. Maybe it wasn’t the actual magic word, but it certainly worked. He dipped his head and flicked his tongue wickedly over the wet tip.



“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry!” Snape groaned.



Hearing his name drawn out like that made his balls ache. He pulled the cock deep into his mouth and SUCKED.



“Merlin!” Snape shouted, hips jerking.



***



“I guess you’re right, Hermione,” Ron said, once he’d calmed down. “it’s not like they’re still doing it, is it?”