Extreme Seduction

Chapter 18 : A






HAPPY NEW YEAR

 

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Chapter 18 : A. S. S.
1 or Harry’s physical transformation

 

“Don’t move Harry,” ordered
Ron, a pair of scissors in his right hand.

 

Harry swallowed hard. What
had he been thinking when he had accepted his friend’s offer? Hermione had told
him that she would cut his hair. He wanted to wait for her, but she was late by
an hour and a half. Harry was rather annoyed when Ron had told him that he
could do it. At the beginning, Harry had refused, but when he saw that Hermione
wasn’t coming, he had sighed and accepted. Ron had told him that it was not the
first time he had cut someone’s hair. But now that he was seeing Ron cut, he
was worried. Harry bit his bottom lip. He should have waited for Hermione.

 

To reassure himself, he
asked his friend when the last time he had cut hair and whose.

 

“It was for my uncle Terry,
the brother of my father. It was my first and last time... Don’t move I said.”
He ordered again, a black strand in his hand, as Harry had jumped. “You’re not
scared mate, are you?”

 

“N-No”

 

“Good! Because, my uncle’s
hairstyle after I cut it was beautiful... of course, he hasn’t had it for a
long time. Two weeks later, he lost all his hair. Dunno why! DON’T MOVE!”

 

Harry froze when he heard a
horrified voice said, “OH MY GOD!”

 

“’Lo love,” greeted the red-haired
boy to his girlfriend who was standing, a hand over her mouth, at the entrance
of the boy’s dormitory.

 

“RON! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
OH HARRY! IT’S HORRIBLE!”

 

“Ho-Horrible?” asked a
nervous and very scared young boy who was, a few moments ago, black-haired.

 

“No mate,” answered Ron.
“It’s fashion. Beautiful!”

 

“Fashion?” repeated
Hermione. “FASHION? But you have destroyed his hair!”

 

“I don’t think s...”

 

“OH YES! I’VE SEEN YOU NOT
THINK!”

 

“’Mione...” tryied to
explain Ron in a shy voice.

 

“PUT DOWN THE SCISSORS!”

 

Ron did what she had
ordered him to do, but said, “It’s not horrible love, it’s different that’s
all.”

 

“Different? DIFFERENT? But
we could see his scalp on several areas!”

 

Harry believed he was about
to faint. How could he do now to seduce his love?

 

“Don’t worry Harry, I’ll
fix that immediately,” reassured Hermione.

 

Harry nodded desperately.

 

At that moment, the door
opened on Neville who wanted to take his new plant to show it to Professor
Sprout. It was from his mother, Alice, who had sent it to him. She was totally
cured now, like her husband, Frank, thanks to their son’s talent. A year ago,
Neville had discoved a unknown power of a poisonous plant - poison which could
be easily neutralized – of which properties were numerous and multiple in which
to cure a werewolf – to Remus Lupin’s happiness.

 

Neville was proud of his
dicovery and wanted to find some others, so he studied every day, passionately,
everything he could about herbology. So he was in a good mood until he saw
Harry.

 

“Oh my god!” screamed
Neville. “Who has done that to your head, Harry? Is that a new punishement from
Filch?”

 

With an evil smile,
Hermione glanced at Ron who was scowling at Neville.

 

“It’s not horrible,” said
the red-haired Gryffindor. “You don’t understand... it’s... it’s... art!”

 

“Art?” smirked Hermione.
“Rather a destruction! ‘A hair murder’!”

 

“You really don’t
understand” glared Ron, leaving the room.

 

Hermione went to fetch her
multiple effects hair potion and poured some on her friend’s head. Five minutes
later, his hair was like before and as her own aunt was a hair dresser and as
she had learnt how to cut hair, Hermione began to sculpt Harry’s new hairstyle.

 

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“Done!” said Hermione
suddenly. “Here is your new hairstyle, Harry.”

 

As she told him, she gave
her friend a mirror. Harry looked at himself and grinned. Hermione was really
talented. It was a real – this time - fashion hairstyle, which emphasized more
the perfect oval of his face. The hair was short, but not too much. It was also
still messy, but now it was not a drawback anymore, instead it was an
advantage. Hermione had poured another perfumed potion to his hair to make it
brighter and softer and added some blue highligts. It was really sexy.

 

“It’s beautiful, Herm’.
Thank you.”

 

“You’re welcome,” she said
with a smile. “Now, we have to go shopping. From Hogsmeade, we could appe
te
to Diagon Alley. I’ll call for Ron. He wanted to come with us.”

 

When Hermione came back
with him, Ron let his mouth opened during one minute, admiring Hermione’s work.

 

“Oh, Harry, it’s beautiful!
And... um... I’m sorry about your hair earlier... with me... Hermione has
performed the real feat of art, not me. Really sorry, mate.”

 

“It’s already forgotten.
You didn’t do it intentionally.”

 

Ron smiled affectionately
to his best friend and Hermione said, “Now, let’s go shopping!”

 

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They were tired. It had
been a long day.

 

In Diagon Alley, they had
gone to Gringotts first and after to an optician’s shop for Harry to buy some
contact lenses. Then, they entered into several clothes’ shop and finally into
a perfumery. Harry had a lot of bags to carry.

 

The raven-haired young man
thought of Severus’ face when he would see himself in his new clothes. Harry
smiled evilly. He wanted to know what the man would think about his new
appearance and he would know it at some point later that today. Harry laughed,
truly happy.

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“Harry? Are you ready?”
asked Ron, entering suddenly into their dormitory.

 

The raven-haired young man
turned to face his friend who stayed standing still, smiling at his mate.

 

“Oh, I know you’ll drive
him completely crazy, dressed like this. Good choice, mate.”

 

Harry bit his lip,
embarrassed. And at the same time, he was excited about his plan and glad to
see Ron’s reaction.

 

“Ron,” Harry said,
hesitantly. “I’m very... stunned to see that you... are accepting so well the
fact that I’m in love with... Severus.”

 

Ron stared at his friend
seriously and said, “Mate, do you really think I would drop you because of who
you love?”

 

As Harry didn’t answer, he
sighed. “Harry, I’ve known you since we were eleven. You been with me at the
Burrows, slept in my bedroom, shared with me a part of my life and my secrets,
helped me when I didn’t understand Hermione... which was very frequent.” Ron
smiled and Harry smiled back. Then the red-haired boy continued, “You was
always there for me and I hope I was too, for you. I love you mate. You’re more
than a friend to me, but like a brother. I know what it is love and I know that
if someone wanted to steal my Hermione from me, I wouldn’t survive. So, I know
what Snape represents for you... And if he’s your happiness, take your chance
and do what you can to have it... And I’ll be here to help you... always
Harry.”

 

Harry was upset by Ron’s
words, so he could just gave his friend a squeeze, whispering a quiet “Thanks.
It’s really important for me” with a voice charged full of emotion.

 

Hermione entered the room
and didn’t seem to be stunned by their unusual behaviour. Slightly panting, she
was looking intently at her boyfriend brightly with wet eyes and a small smile
on her lips. Everything told that she had heard what Ron had said to Harry and she
was upset too.

 

Ron saw her and let go of
Harry.

 

“Oh, Hermione,” said her
boyfriend. “I have to continue my own mission, that is to say, harass my
girlfriend to ask her to cut my hair. I want to be sexy too to seduce a
beautiful and smart brown-haired girl.” Hermione grinned. Ron smiled back and
continued, “She’s in Ravenclaw... Oooh, stop ‘Mione... I was joking...
stoooooppp...”

 

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Harry sprayed on his smooth
skin, the fresh smelling perfume he had bought and which, he hoped, would
please Severus and would drive him crazy with desire. Harry sighed painfully.
Sometimes, he wished that his pheromones would increase suddenly, so that he
could once again feel the heat of his lover’s arms. He missed him so much. A
tear threatened to escape from his eyes, so he blinked several times and tried
to convince himself that the plan to seduce his love would work.

 

And it was with his
friends’ encouragement that Harry made his way towards the Great Hall for
dinner.

 

It was Saturday, so everybody
had been busy with their own things that they didn’t pay attention to the new
apparence of Harry, but when he entered the huge room, a deafening silence
dropped over it. Every pair of eyes were on him. The girls had jaws hanging,
drooling at the sight of this sexy boy and most of the boys were whispering and
critisizing in jealousy. The others guys were admiring the beauty of the
wizarding world’s saviour.

 

The trio walked to tGryfGryffindor table as if nothing special was happening and Harry, slightly stiff,
was looking for just one man. A black-haired man, who was sitting in the
teacher’s table, was trying to master his breath once more.

 

‘What has that stupid brat
done?’ he thought, eyeing the new hairstyle, the bright, emerald eyes which
shined more obviously without the glasses, and the tight-fitting white shirt
which didn’t leave room for the imagination.

 

‘It’s so tight that
everybody can guess the outline of his ever so well-built chest.’ Severus was
fulminating against the headmaster, whose eyes were sparkling brightly at the
scene before him, and against every boy and girl who were staring at his... at
Potter! That is to say he was upset and angry with everyone. Severus was
furious at Harry and with himself, as well.

 

‘It’s not surprising from
Potter. He’s so arrogant. He just believes that he’s the center of the world
and he loves having every eye on him. Not mine! He has not mine on his
delicious... Not mine!’

 

Severus was glaring at his
green beans trying not to see his studients making fools of themselves over
Potter... And the girls drooling at him... Pathetic. He wanted furiously to
yell to her, “POTTER IS GAY. HE LOVES MEN. THERE IS JUST ONE THING HE LOVES AND
YOU DON’T HAVE IT.” And then, he would turn towards the gays and would scream,
“HARRY’S VERY SELECTIVE. HE NEEDS A ENERGETIC MAN, A REAL MAN.”... me. No!

 

He forced hiself to
unclench his fists from his napkin and to relax. He tilted his head up and saw
the little prat’s arse was well visible in his stretch black pant as he was
picking something up. Severus grumbled as he felt his crotch stirring and
swelling.

 

‘Brat.’

 

 

Harry was eating slowly,
aware of his potions master’s agitation. He grinned, his heart beating
hopefully for the first time since Severus had left him.

 

He glanced at Ron and
Hermione, who were smiling at him, very aware as well about this small success.
Harry took a mouth full of pasta and almost strangled on it when he saw the
look of Draco Malfoy. He was a little bit flushed and was staring, shamefully
at Harry’s body. When the blonde Slytherin saw that Harry was looking at him,
horrified, he turned his head quickly, disgusted too, yet more red than before.

&;
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When they finished their
meal, Ron, Harry and Hermione stood up and led themselves out of the Great
Hall.

 

Harry had an answer to his
prayer when he heard an icy voice behind him.

 

“Mister Potter,” hissed the
teacher. “I want to talk to you now!”

 

“All rightm Professorm” the
raven-haired boy replied as he looked at his friends with hope and joy.

 

They smiled slightly at him
and Ron said, “We’ll wait you at the tower, we have to... um... I had to...

 

Hermione helped her
boyfriend, “do our homework.”

 

But Ron said, in the same
time, the first thing that passed in his head, “snog Hermione.”

 

When those words came out
of his mouth, he realized it was not the most appropriate thing to say and when
he saw the looks his girlfriend, Harry and Snape were giving him, he smiled
like an idiot, very red.

 

Hermione sighed, took his
hand and they left.

 

Snape said coldly to his
student, “Follow me, Potter.”

 

Harry was fighting with
himself to suppress the hope in which his heart was now submerged and the urge
to slide his arms around his love’s waist to breathe his scent.

 

Severus stopped Harry in an
empty and rather dark corridor and hissed to him, “I would be glad if you would
stop your provocation, Potter.”

 

“Provocation?” repeat Harry
interrogatively. “What provocation? I’m not a troublemaker!”

 

“What about those
tight-fitting pants? And this tee-shirt which hides nothing? Have you seen how
everybody was looking at you, Potter?” asked hotly Severus, as if he was
jealous. “Is it all an innocent act you are performing?”

 

Harry could see that
Severus’ eyes were burning and he smiled because it was real jealousy; he was
seeingit. it.

 

“Do you miss the lusting
eyes or simply eyes on you? Do you think this is funny, Potter?” spat the man.
“I will not tolerate your behaviour in this school. I see a provocation from
you and that makes you a troublemaker. So...”

 

“Perhaps I am indeed,” He
cut in, challenge brightening his eyes, playing with the pendant of the
necklace Severus had given to him.

 

The man swallowed hard at
this sight.

 

Harry added, “Perhaps,
you’re right. I am a troublemaker.”

 

And on these words, the
young man looked deeply into the older man’s black eyes and showed to Severus a
piece of parchment he always carried in his pocket. He let it drop.

 

Severus was stunned. He
glanced at the paper on the floor, then at the Gryffindor boy who was still
gazing at him intently.

 

Harry answered to the
visible questions that the black-haired man had in his eyes by starting to lean
over as if he wanted to pick up the parchment. But the distance between their
two bodies was too short and Harry’s head touched his teacher’s body.

 

“Potter!” spat the potions
master.

 

‘God damn the boy,’ thought
Severus who was at death’s door as Harry was sliding his face all along
Severus’ front body very slowly.

 

When Harry arrived at
Severus’ cock, he stopped and tilted his head as if he wanted to look down to
grab the paper. Harry’s chin, his lips, his nose and his forehead stroked the
man’s half hard member.

 

Harry could hear Severus
trying to chock a moan and he smiled. He grabbed the map, tilting his head up
on the man’s full erect member and proceeded to the reverse way he had
travelled. Harry’s face stroked the man’s chest and then he buried it at his
neck, breathing deeply. He was completely leaning against Severus’ body, which
was trembling.

 

“You smell so good,
Severus,” whispered Harry, licking the soft earlobe. Severus jumped, but didn’t
withdraw. “Do you remember my love... how intense it was between us?”

 

“NO!” Severus pushed the
boy away and glared. “Don’t call me by my first name, Potter, I’ve already told
you...”

 

The young man stepped forward
and tried to kiss his love, but Severus realized what he wanted to do and
withdrew once more; then, eyes-wide open, ran away abruptly.

 

Harry let out a quick and
triumphant laughter. He was happy. Now, he knew that Severus wanted him again
and he let his dreams wander a little.

 

As he walked in the desert
corridors, he whispered for himself, “You will be mine again Severus Snape and
faster than you think.”

 

Harry was grinning. Mission
one was complete and he had succeeded. Now, he could move on to the A. S. S. 2
which was more difficult and delicate, but if he succeeded at hat as well, it
would reveal that Severus was really in love with him.

 

Harry sighed, a new hope in
his heart.