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Disclaimer: Again with this, really, I don\'t own anything. Not one blooming, bloody thing. I mean it. Does anyone actually bother to read these things? The only one who owns anything is JKR, she owns Harry Potter, oh and anyone else you might recognize.

Chapter 19: Dreaming, Breakfast, and Sexual Harassment

Wandering aimlessly around the dungeons, Severus pondered on what a strange entity the boy, known as Harry Potter, was. Dancing with him at the party had been wonderful, causing reactions in Severus that he hadn\'t felt in a long time. He had even began to think that maybe, just maybe, Harry\'s reaction had been to him as well, not some other teenager in the room. Then the boy had bolted when he felt Severus\' erection, leading him to believe he had scared the boy off. This caused massive belittling comments to start running rampant through his head telling him to quit being such a pedophile, and to make sure that he stayed as far away from the boy as possible. When he finally ran into the little bugger again it was completely unintentional. The last place he thought he would find him would be in the Headmaster\'s office. Listening to Harry recount the deaths\' of his family, in the way he did, made Severus begin to question his sanity, which oddly enough, made him feel more attracted to the boy. Severus himself was quite insane to a certain degree. Then he kissed him, clearly that clinched it that the boy liked him as well, but yet again, he ran. He was causing Severus to become quite infuriated.

Heading back to his private rooms, Severus began formulating a plan to capture the lovely creature that was in all this thoughts nowadays. He would have Harry Potter as his own, one way or another. He was positive that the boy would not refuse him once he got it out in the open that he liked him. The only problem was formulating the plan to include getting to talk to Harry privately. His class was the first of the day for Harry, so asking him to stay after would only make him late for his next class. He could give him a detention, but that would make him angry. He didn\'t want the boy to be infuriated with him when he told him of his feelings for him. Maybe if he simply asked the boy to meet him after dinner for a chat, he would come? It was worth a try. With that plan in miSeveSeverus got ready for bed. Laying down, he could only hope he would have nice dreams, filled with wonderfully erotic images of the young man he was pursuing.

*Dream sequence*

Looking around the room he was in, Severus wondered where in the Hell he was. This place did not look very familiar. Wandering around the room he found himself in, he began to think he found himself in a muggle family\'s house. The pictures on the walls and mantle were of a fat boy at various ages, and none of them were moving. Obviously, they were not wizarding pictures. Occasionally, he came across a picture of three people, the same fat boy, also with a blubberous man, who he assumed was the boy\'s father, and a very skinny, horse like woman. If this was the wife, he wondered what in the world she fed the men.

Moving further along, he noticed a set of stairs heading up, or he could turn and go through a door at the end of the narrow hall he had emerged into. Hearing silent cursing coming from behind the door, Severus decided to go there, the voice sounded vaguely familiar. Silently pushing the door open, Severus was greeted with the sight of a gorgeously prepared, traditional English breakfast. Mouth watering at the scrumptious looking food, he forced his eyes away, continuing to look around the kitchen for the owner of the voice he heard. Standing at the stove on a footstool, he found who the voice belonged to.

Watching the small boy, Severus decided that he couldn\'t be any older than seven or eight years old. Cocking his head to the side in confusion, he wondered what such a small child was doing cooking on a gas stove without supervision. In his mind, the child shouldn\'t be cooking at all, no one that age should be able to prepare such a meal. Closer inspection of the boy revealed raven black hair that was in a shambled mess, frightened emerald eyes behind hideous NHS glasses, and bruises and scares dotting his pale skin along his arms, hands, and face. Pondering this, he figured there were more scars elsewhere, but they were being concealed by the overly large clothing.

Hearing the door being flung open, Severus turned and was confronted by a massive bulk staring angrily at the boy. "Didn\'t think we\'d hear, did you, boy?" This was delivered in a cold, menacing voice, that was slightly slurred from alcohol, causing the small boy to shrink further into himself. "Making such ruckus, while we decent folk try to get some much deserved sleep." His face rapidly changing colors from pink, to red, to an interesting plum color, Severus wondered how a man of his size could be so cruel to a child. "I\'ll teach you, freak." Roughly grabbing the boy, Severus was greeted with the glimpse of a lightening bolt scar on his forehead before the boy was drug out of sight. Hearing the sounds or flesh hitting fl pai painful sounding whimperings and grunts, and the sound of tearing cloth, Severus quickly made his way out of the room. Just as he entered the room to see the larger man roughly pushing his engorged cock into the small boy, he was jerked out of his sleep.

*End dream*

*Sev\'s POV*

What the? Where did that come from? Is that actually how the boy lived? I mean, I know he was mistreated and abused, but that badly? God, why am I dreaming things like this? It doesn\'t make sense. Oh well, time to make my way to breakfast and look overly menacing. Can\'t lose my wonderful reputation of being a snarky, evil bastard with greasy hair. That\'s right, I know what those little brats think about me. They don\'t understand that I\'m getting them ready for the real world. Dumbledore won\'t be there to protect them much longer, they need to learn to rely on themselves. I use to respect that man, but now I\'m beginning to wonder.

Gathering my shower supplies, I clean off the sweat that seems to have accumulated from my very vivid dream. I think I need to speak to Harry about this. I need to confirm if that was really him. Of course I know it was, but I don\'t want it to be. How could the boy ever want anyone after growing up like that? I think I\'d shit myself if I\'d lived a life like that, and then found out that someone was sexually interested in me. Maybe I\'ll put off my little plan. No, I can\'t do that, I\'ll just go slow. Although, he doesn\'t seem to need to go slow. He reacts rather well to Blaise\'s constant flirting. But if he and I get together, Blaise had better learn to keep his hands off, I don\'t play well with others, and I definitely don\'t share. I never learned sharing in kindergarten. Of course, that could be because I never went to kindergarten, or anything like that.

Walking along the empty corridors, I have to sigh. Working on all these potions in the morning for Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey just ruins my hair. I\'m not a vain person, but just once I\'d like the students to know that yes, I do wash my hair. I\'d like to see them work over potions for hours on end in the morning, the fumes mingling with their hair as they bend over the cauldron to watch the progress or add ingredients, without their hair becoming greasy. If only I had time one morning to go wash my hair, again. Of course, by the end of the day, my hair would ust ust as greasy again. Oh well. Finishing the needed potions, I start my journey to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Snarling at passing students on my way, I can\'t help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment when I send the sniveling little brats scampering in different directions. That\'s right, run away, the big, bad boogie man is going to get you. Better watch your back, I might just sneak up and hex it. Chuckling silently to myself, I enter the room, sweeping my eyver ver the hall and giving everyone my customary sneer. What would they do if I ever entered smiling? Chatting merrily with one of my coworkers, or better yet, a student? I wonder if any of them would have a heart attack?

Pulling myself from my musings, I notice that the fool has made his way down to talk to me. Raising my eyebrow at the man, I say, "Is there something I can help you with, Headmaster?" Trying to keep the contempt out of my voice, I feel like hexing the manipulative nuisance. Sometimes I hate him more than the Voldemort, but on others, only more than the students.

"Ah, Severus! My good man!" Raising my other eyebrow at the man, I wonder what it is he will demand of me now. Sure, he\'ll make it sound as it is a request, but in reality it is an order, not to be taken lightly or ignored. "I was wondering if you\'d be kind enough to talk with Harry tonight after classes?" I know that there must have been a look of astonishment on my face because I could hear that stupid werewolf sniggering at me. "You see, I think his reaction, in the office yesterday, was, uh, well, quite irregular and wrong. I want you to make sure nothing is wrong with him."

Biting my tongue, I manage to hold back every mean spirited and snarky comment that pops into my mind. "Of course, Headmaster." Folding my hands in my lap, I give him a pointed glare that clearly reads \'now that your business is through, get out of my personal space, if you know what is good for you\'. Watching him nod in satisfaction, I roll my eyes and begin my meal.

*End Sev\'s POV*

Entering the Great Hall, Harry began to wonder if his spell had worked the night before. If it did, then Severus would have had a dream about Harry\'s past. He didn\'t want to have to show the man this, but it fit his plan. Plus, he didn\'t want the man thinking he was crazy. Well, he\'d admit it, everyone was a little crazy, and yes, he did tend to be more so than most sometimes, but he didn\'t need to be locked away or anything. Sitting at the table, Harry could have sighed in annoyance at the fact that Severus appeared just the same as always. The only clue he got that his spell worked, was when Severus looked at him. His face seemed to pale, and an unknown emotion flittered across his face momentarily, before his emotionless mask went back up. Smirking to himself, Harry realized his plan was going quite well.

"Ah, Harry!" came Blaise\'s enthusiastic morning greeting.

Sending a deadly glare to the boy, Harry realized it seemed to have to effect on the overly affectionate boy. "Lo, Blaise." Accepting his fate, Harry awaited for Blaise to start acting like Blaise. That meant hitting on him, or anyone else that sat at the table. He really reminded Harry of a British, and Slytherin, version of Gryffindor\'s Irish Seamus, a big flirt.

Flinging his arm around Harry, Blaise pulled the agaiagainst his side. Although Harry was just two inches shy of six foot, Blaise was still taller, coming to about 6\'6\'\', and was shaped like a body builder. Purring into Harry\'s ear, Blaise huskily said, "When are you going to join me in a wonderful little exploration of sexual natures?" Running his hand suggestively up the inside of Harry\'s thigh, he lightly cupped over Harry\'s crotch, slightly applying pressure and rubbing in a circular motion. "I know you\'d enjoy it." Quickly moving before his prey could get out of his stupor and push him away, Blaise pulled his face around, pushing his lips to Harry\'s. Hearing the startled gasp, he slipped his tongue into the boy\'s mouth, moving his hand behind the boy\'s head so he couldn\'t pull away. Probing his mouth, he growled low in his throat, pulling Harry into his lap.

Pushing futilely against that larger boy, Harry couldn\'t have been more happy to see Collin Creevey than he was at that moment. Noticing the bright flash of light, Blaise pulled his lips quickly away from Harry\'s, giving him the leverage he needed to get away from him. Mortified that the boy had taken a picture of that, Harry pushed that out of his mind, quickly whipping out his wand and pointing it at the other boy. He didn\'t want to give him the chance to do that again. Turning towards Harry, Blaise seemed rather startled to see himself being aimed at, with a curse on the tip of Harry\'s tongue.

Wiping his mouth off, Harry sent a deadly glare to the boy. "Blaise, you\'re my friend, but if you ever fucking do that again, we\'re going to have a problem You see, I\'m going to get into trouble, and you won\'t be able to have children." Seeing his furrowed eyebrows, Harry decided he should elaborate. "You see, I\'d have to castrate you. Permanently."

Getting up from the table, Harry never noticed the deadly glares that Blaise was receiving from others in their House, or the glares coming from their Head of House. "Mr. Zabini, that will be 15 points from Slytherin for sexual harassment, and a detention," Severus ground out. Leaving a swirl of robes, he didn\'t wait around to hear the reactions of the other students and staff to the fact that he just took points from his own House.

TBC


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