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Adult ++
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53,697
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Formulating a Plan
Title: The Domino Effect
Author: Dr. Jeckell & Mrs. Hyde (aka Taran & Magdelena)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape, Ron Weasley/Draco Malfoy (secondary pairing)
Warnings: Non-consensual sex, Violence, Adult Language, Sexual Situations, MPreg
Summary: HP/SS – Slash – Chapter 2 of ?. Harry discovers that when he kills Voldemort, all of his Death Eaters will die as well through the bond that they share with the Dark Lord through their Marks. Harry vows to do anything it takes to allow Severus Snape to escape that fate.
Disclaimer: We do not own any of the characters herein (only the plot). All the characters in the Harry Potter universe belong exclusively to J.K. Rowling, Warner Brothers, and anyone else JKR chooses to allow to play with them. We are publishing our fanfiction writings only for our own selfish desire to be a part of their world.
Authors\' Note: Thanks to the incredibly wonderful beta job that Sev1970 did for this story. If Harry’s friends’ reactions seem a bit OOC this chapter, please consider that this is now mid seventh year, and a great deal of maturing has occurred for all involved; the war has escalated, and they have been forced to put aside petty adolescent issues that we all have the time and luxury to endure.
~*~
Chapter Two – Formulating a Plan
Severus sagged against the door, letting his utter exhaustion take hold now that he was at last safely in his rooms. He flung the silver mask and muddied robes he had worn to the meeting to the floor, and crossed the room to his desk. He retrieved a vial of potion from the upper drawer, his hand trembling almost too much to grip it. Fortunately, he was able to guide the potion to his lips, and to down it. Almost immediately, he felt relief flood through his system as the potion worked to counter the aftereffects of the Cruciatus.
Tonight’s meeting had been the worst thus far. Severus was amazed that he had escaped with his life. The Dark Lord was growing more suspicious by the day of his Potion Master’s loyalties, and more displeased by his inability to bring Harry Potter to him. In the end, Voldemort had been lenient. Realizing Severus’ worth as his Potions Master, the Dark Lord had only reduced Severus in rank. However, this new position would offer Severus much less valuable information, but with the same level of risk he had always faced.
Severus settled back into one of the plush armchairs in front of his fire, trying to organize his thoughts and settle his nerves before he met with Albus to give his report. Before he knew it, his eyes drooped and failed to open as he drifted off into a restless sleep.
When he awoke, it was to the feel of a warm blanket across his aching body and the scent of hot chamomile tea. He inhaled deeply, savoring the comforting aroma that seemed to fill his whole being. Slowly, he opened his eyes to the glowing fire in the hearth in front of him, and spied on the table next to him, a pot of steaming tea and a plate of sweet biscuits.
\"Albus, you old, interfering fool,\" he grumbled, but the glitter in his eyes belied his words and harsh tone. Gratefully, he poured a cup of the soothing tea and munched slowly on the biscuits, as he began allowing his memories of the meeting to replay through his mind.
Severus\' anger grew with every bite he swallowed, remembering his terrible evening. Bellatrix Lestrange couldn\'t resist the urge to add insult to injury after he had unceremoniously been cast out of the Dark Lord\'s inner circle.
\"That bloody Bellatrix,\" he growled, dusting crumbs from his chest. \"Telling me I\'m nothing more than a common brewer now! That bloody bint wouldn\'t even know how to brew a simple restorative drought! And Lucius! That bastard can\'t even blend his own shampoo!!\" he shouted at the raging fire in front of him. \"Bloody bastards, all of them!\"
Severus\' anger was quickly replaced by pain as the bruises he had sustained reminded him of their presence. He looked towards the bathroom and sighed. He really didn\'t have the energy to run a bath, change and crawl into bed. He had already decided to wait and talk to Albus in the morning, it was Saturday and he didn\'t have to worry about classes.
With a wave of his hand, his chair stretched out. He made a few more languid gestures, retrieving a pillow from the bedroom, and dousing the lights. He yawned loudly and stretched, then pulled the blanket up under his chin and quickly fell asleep again.
~*~
The next morning found a resolute Harry Potter pacing back and forth in front of a worried Hermione Granger in the Room of Requirement awaiting the arrival of two more people. The bitter tears he had cried last night had dried up and gone, and Harry vowed to himself that he would focus solely on the need to save the Potions Master’s life.
Harry had slept fitfully during the wee hours of the morning, and had come down to breakfast looking so lost and troubled that his two best friends had refused to take no for an answer. While Hermione had accompanied Harry to the Room of Requirement, Ron had diverted his path to retrieve the one person who Harry felt might be able to give him some valuable insight.
Harry heard the creak of the door opening, and turned just in time to see Ron Weasley helping his boyfriend removing the invisibility cloak that had concealed him during their journey. Harry couldn’t stop the slight smile that crept onto his face at the sight of Ron and Draco Malfoy smiling happily at one another.
Though Draco had publicly denounced his father’s association with Voldemort early in their sixth year, and then shortly after admitted his feelings to a very receptive Ron, the two still hadn’t come out to the general population of Hogwarts because of their fears for the focus it might place on the Weasley family if their relationship was known. During the ensuing year, Draco had more than made amends to Harry and Hermione, and had become a valued member, at least privately, to their group of close-knit friends.
The two boys quickly settled down, and encouraged Harry to tell them what had upset him so.
Harry took a deep breath, and launched into his tale, telling his three increasingly incredulous confidantes everything Dumbledore had told him. Only when he finished speaking, did it occur to him that his news also meant that any of Draco’s relatives who were marked would suffer the exact fate that he was determined to prevent from happening to their professor.
“Gods, Dray, I know there’s no love lost between you and your family, but…”
“Harry, please don’t,” Draco said dismissively. “They signed their death warrants the moment they took the Mark and signed their lives over to him. My father killed my own mother because she supported me in my decision. He, nor my Aunt Bellatrix, will get an ounce of sympathy from me. Severus Snape is the only one amongst them who has had the courage to turn his back on the Dark Lord, and he’s the only one that deserves our concern.”
\"So…\" Ron asked with a questioning look. \"Um… just how are you going to dominate Snape, Harry? I mean, it\'s not like you can just walk up to him and say, \'You\'re going to submit to me whether you like it or not!\' He\'ll hex you three ways from Sunday before you could even finish talking!\"
Draco snorted and rolled his eyes. \"You\'ve no idea just how right you are, Ron,\" he muttered. \"I just can\'t see him being submissive. He needs to be taken care of, not dominated. All I can say is, good luck, Harry!\"
Hermione sighed sadly. “Much as I hate to admit it, they’ve both made very valuable points. The very thing that saves Professor Snape’s life may actually break his spirit. I’ve got a pass for complete access to the Restricted Section so I’ll start researching alternatives for you there, but at the moment I’m not only worried about Professor Snape, I’m also worried about you. Handling the act itself is one thing, but have you really considered the aftereffects? You’re talking about a situation that will bind you to a wizard you can barely stand for life, not to mention the fact that if the spell works correctly, you’re going to be a father.”
Harry sighed and leaned back into the cushions of the couch. “You think I haven’t thought of this? I’ve always dreamed of having a family of my own, and never once was Severus Snape part of the equation.” Harry paused, and left out a shuddering breath. “Of course, I’ve never much considered a future past the final battle with Voldemort.”
“Oh, Harry,” Hermione cried, reaching out her hand to touch Harry’s.
Harry squeezed Hermione’s hand for a moment before continuing. “It occurred to me right about the time that the sun was rising, that I was actually pretty okay with the idea of becoming a father, even with Snape.” Harry shrugged. “If he doesn’t want it, I have no problem with raising it myself. If he does want to keep the baby, then I’ll make sure that no matter what happens that I’m always a part of his or her life.”
\"Is it just me,\" Draco whispered loudly to his boyfriend with a smirk, \"or is he giving in to the idea of marrying and having a family with Severus awfully quick?\" Ron just snickered and shook his head looking at Harry.
Harry’s eyes narrowed and all the rage and frustration he had felt the night before returned. “If you can’t be helpful, GET OUT! Less than twenty-four hours ago I agreed to do whatever I had to in order to save Snape’s life. That MIGHT include bloody well RAPING the man! Do I LOOK happy about that fact to you, Draco? Ron?”
Harry’s anger deflated as suddenly as it had risen, and he crumpled back into the sofa cushions. “All I ever wanted was a fucking family. It’s the only thing I’ve ever cared about, and since as usual I have no bloody choice about my life, I’m taking what fate gives me and trying to fucking well make the best out of it. And as for Snape… It took me a long time to admit this, but the man has been working for twenty years to make amends for one stupid mistake. He’s going to get the chance to live through this whether he likes it or not.”
\"Harry, I…\" Draco shrank back from Harry\'s anger and cuddled closer to Ron.
\"Harry, he didn\'t mean anything by it. It\'s just funny that it would have to be this way. I mean, you and Snape have got to be THE most unlikely couple in the world!\" Ron laughed lightly trying to ease the tension as he held Draco to his side. \"All kidding aside, though, how do you plan to go about this?\"
“I don’t bloody well know,” Harry mumbled, wincing as he glanced at the hurt look on Draco’s face. “Dray, I’m sorry. I know you’re just trying to help me. I’m just so fucking scared and I truly have no idea what the hell I’m going to do, Ron. I haven’t the first clue of how to dominate a man like Severus Snape short of spelling him immobile and taking him. And that’s something I’m NOT willing to do unless it’s a last resort.”
“There must be another way,” Hermione whispered quietly.
Harry shrugged. “I thought maybe if I had some idea about the Marking ceremony itself, it might give me a place to begin. Did you ever hear your family talking about it at all?”
\"I don\'t think there\'s really any set ceremony for it,\" Draco said thoughtfully, his eyes unfocused as he tried to recall what he had heard about taking the Mark. \"I think you only need to hold his arm, or where ever you want the Mark to show, and when there is complete dominance on your part, and complete submission on his, the Mark will appear and the bond will form. Of course, there could be more to it than that, but that\'s all I remember hearing about.\"
“Which brings me right back to the fact that I have to dominate Severus Snape. How does one even BEGIN to do that without going so far as having to take the man against his will? He enjoys intimidating students as a hobby!” Harry whined.
“Harry,” Hermione said softly, laying her hand on Harry’s sleeve, “I’m not trying to pry, but um…do you have much…erm…experience in this?” she asked awkwardly, a slight blush staining her cheeks. “I know you and Charlie got together a bit this summer, but…”
Harry snorted, his pensive expression replaced by a wide grin. “Yes, Hermione, I don’t think the sex will be a problem. I’m quite comfortable with initiating sexual contact, or even with being the more aggressive partner, BUT this is Severus Snape. How EVER does one get HIM to submit?”
\"Well, spells and curses are an obvious no. That wouldn\'t work for achieving total submission,\" Draco supplied.
\"Hmm…\" Ron stood and began pacing the small room. He muttered to himself as he sorted through what he knew about the domineering man, what exactly Harry \'had\' to do, and how best to go about accomplishing this near impossible task. He opened his mouth several times to speak, then shut it again with a shake of his head.
\"Well… You could always blackmail him into submission… at least as a start,\" he finally said, looking directly at Harry.
“Blackmail?” Hermione inquired, disbelief and amusement warring for control on her features. “And what could Harry possibly have to hold over Severus Snape’s head?”
Harry had looked hopeful when Ron had begun speaking, but found himself agreeing with Hermione. “She does have a point, mate. It’s a great idea, but...”
\"Let’s rationalize this, okay. The best relationships start with respect, right?\" Ron waited for three nods of agreement. \"You already respect him, obviously or we wouldn\'t even be discussing this, and I believe he respects you, Harry, at least, to some degree. Snape… er, Severus?\" Ron shook his head, not sure how to address the man that was going to be bonded to his best mate. \"Anyhow, he\'s Slytherin and Slytherins respect strength. Am I right?\" he asked Draco, who nodded.
\"They also respect cunning, deviousness, guile, and shrewdness,\" Ron said with a smirk. \"You need to blackmail him with something he\'d never see coming and can\'t counter in some way. Something that truly shows your Slytherin side, so even while he\'s being forced to do something he doesn\'t want to, he\'ll respect you for it.\"
“Why do I have a feeling you have a specific ‘something’ in mind?” Harry inquired with a smirk.
\"What if you threaten to expose him as having affairs with several students??\" Ron grinned and waggled his eyebrows at his fellow conspirators.
Harry’s smirk spread into a wide grin. “Ronald Bilius Weasley, what EXACTLY are you suggesting?”
Ron snickered and rubbed his hands together as he laid out his plan. By the time he was finished, everyone was in stitches imagining Snape\'s reaction. It was a pretty grand plan and would require the cooperation of several other students, but they were all confident that it would work. Snape would be left with little option but to follow Harry\'s orders.
~TBC~
Author: Dr. Jeckell & Mrs. Hyde (aka Taran & Magdelena)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape, Ron Weasley/Draco Malfoy (secondary pairing)
Warnings: Non-consensual sex, Violence, Adult Language, Sexual Situations, MPreg
Summary: HP/SS – Slash – Chapter 2 of ?. Harry discovers that when he kills Voldemort, all of his Death Eaters will die as well through the bond that they share with the Dark Lord through their Marks. Harry vows to do anything it takes to allow Severus Snape to escape that fate.
Disclaimer: We do not own any of the characters herein (only the plot). All the characters in the Harry Potter universe belong exclusively to J.K. Rowling, Warner Brothers, and anyone else JKR chooses to allow to play with them. We are publishing our fanfiction writings only for our own selfish desire to be a part of their world.
Authors\' Note: Thanks to the incredibly wonderful beta job that Sev1970 did for this story. If Harry’s friends’ reactions seem a bit OOC this chapter, please consider that this is now mid seventh year, and a great deal of maturing has occurred for all involved; the war has escalated, and they have been forced to put aside petty adolescent issues that we all have the time and luxury to endure.
~*~
Chapter Two – Formulating a Plan
Severus sagged against the door, letting his utter exhaustion take hold now that he was at last safely in his rooms. He flung the silver mask and muddied robes he had worn to the meeting to the floor, and crossed the room to his desk. He retrieved a vial of potion from the upper drawer, his hand trembling almost too much to grip it. Fortunately, he was able to guide the potion to his lips, and to down it. Almost immediately, he felt relief flood through his system as the potion worked to counter the aftereffects of the Cruciatus.
Tonight’s meeting had been the worst thus far. Severus was amazed that he had escaped with his life. The Dark Lord was growing more suspicious by the day of his Potion Master’s loyalties, and more displeased by his inability to bring Harry Potter to him. In the end, Voldemort had been lenient. Realizing Severus’ worth as his Potions Master, the Dark Lord had only reduced Severus in rank. However, this new position would offer Severus much less valuable information, but with the same level of risk he had always faced.
Severus settled back into one of the plush armchairs in front of his fire, trying to organize his thoughts and settle his nerves before he met with Albus to give his report. Before he knew it, his eyes drooped and failed to open as he drifted off into a restless sleep.
When he awoke, it was to the feel of a warm blanket across his aching body and the scent of hot chamomile tea. He inhaled deeply, savoring the comforting aroma that seemed to fill his whole being. Slowly, he opened his eyes to the glowing fire in the hearth in front of him, and spied on the table next to him, a pot of steaming tea and a plate of sweet biscuits.
\"Albus, you old, interfering fool,\" he grumbled, but the glitter in his eyes belied his words and harsh tone. Gratefully, he poured a cup of the soothing tea and munched slowly on the biscuits, as he began allowing his memories of the meeting to replay through his mind.
Severus\' anger grew with every bite he swallowed, remembering his terrible evening. Bellatrix Lestrange couldn\'t resist the urge to add insult to injury after he had unceremoniously been cast out of the Dark Lord\'s inner circle.
\"That bloody Bellatrix,\" he growled, dusting crumbs from his chest. \"Telling me I\'m nothing more than a common brewer now! That bloody bint wouldn\'t even know how to brew a simple restorative drought! And Lucius! That bastard can\'t even blend his own shampoo!!\" he shouted at the raging fire in front of him. \"Bloody bastards, all of them!\"
Severus\' anger was quickly replaced by pain as the bruises he had sustained reminded him of their presence. He looked towards the bathroom and sighed. He really didn\'t have the energy to run a bath, change and crawl into bed. He had already decided to wait and talk to Albus in the morning, it was Saturday and he didn\'t have to worry about classes.
With a wave of his hand, his chair stretched out. He made a few more languid gestures, retrieving a pillow from the bedroom, and dousing the lights. He yawned loudly and stretched, then pulled the blanket up under his chin and quickly fell asleep again.
~*~
The next morning found a resolute Harry Potter pacing back and forth in front of a worried Hermione Granger in the Room of Requirement awaiting the arrival of two more people. The bitter tears he had cried last night had dried up and gone, and Harry vowed to himself that he would focus solely on the need to save the Potions Master’s life.
Harry had slept fitfully during the wee hours of the morning, and had come down to breakfast looking so lost and troubled that his two best friends had refused to take no for an answer. While Hermione had accompanied Harry to the Room of Requirement, Ron had diverted his path to retrieve the one person who Harry felt might be able to give him some valuable insight.
Harry heard the creak of the door opening, and turned just in time to see Ron Weasley helping his boyfriend removing the invisibility cloak that had concealed him during their journey. Harry couldn’t stop the slight smile that crept onto his face at the sight of Ron and Draco Malfoy smiling happily at one another.
Though Draco had publicly denounced his father’s association with Voldemort early in their sixth year, and then shortly after admitted his feelings to a very receptive Ron, the two still hadn’t come out to the general population of Hogwarts because of their fears for the focus it might place on the Weasley family if their relationship was known. During the ensuing year, Draco had more than made amends to Harry and Hermione, and had become a valued member, at least privately, to their group of close-knit friends.
The two boys quickly settled down, and encouraged Harry to tell them what had upset him so.
Harry took a deep breath, and launched into his tale, telling his three increasingly incredulous confidantes everything Dumbledore had told him. Only when he finished speaking, did it occur to him that his news also meant that any of Draco’s relatives who were marked would suffer the exact fate that he was determined to prevent from happening to their professor.
“Gods, Dray, I know there’s no love lost between you and your family, but…”
“Harry, please don’t,” Draco said dismissively. “They signed their death warrants the moment they took the Mark and signed their lives over to him. My father killed my own mother because she supported me in my decision. He, nor my Aunt Bellatrix, will get an ounce of sympathy from me. Severus Snape is the only one amongst them who has had the courage to turn his back on the Dark Lord, and he’s the only one that deserves our concern.”
\"So…\" Ron asked with a questioning look. \"Um… just how are you going to dominate Snape, Harry? I mean, it\'s not like you can just walk up to him and say, \'You\'re going to submit to me whether you like it or not!\' He\'ll hex you three ways from Sunday before you could even finish talking!\"
Draco snorted and rolled his eyes. \"You\'ve no idea just how right you are, Ron,\" he muttered. \"I just can\'t see him being submissive. He needs to be taken care of, not dominated. All I can say is, good luck, Harry!\"
Hermione sighed sadly. “Much as I hate to admit it, they’ve both made very valuable points. The very thing that saves Professor Snape’s life may actually break his spirit. I’ve got a pass for complete access to the Restricted Section so I’ll start researching alternatives for you there, but at the moment I’m not only worried about Professor Snape, I’m also worried about you. Handling the act itself is one thing, but have you really considered the aftereffects? You’re talking about a situation that will bind you to a wizard you can barely stand for life, not to mention the fact that if the spell works correctly, you’re going to be a father.”
Harry sighed and leaned back into the cushions of the couch. “You think I haven’t thought of this? I’ve always dreamed of having a family of my own, and never once was Severus Snape part of the equation.” Harry paused, and left out a shuddering breath. “Of course, I’ve never much considered a future past the final battle with Voldemort.”
“Oh, Harry,” Hermione cried, reaching out her hand to touch Harry’s.
Harry squeezed Hermione’s hand for a moment before continuing. “It occurred to me right about the time that the sun was rising, that I was actually pretty okay with the idea of becoming a father, even with Snape.” Harry shrugged. “If he doesn’t want it, I have no problem with raising it myself. If he does want to keep the baby, then I’ll make sure that no matter what happens that I’m always a part of his or her life.”
\"Is it just me,\" Draco whispered loudly to his boyfriend with a smirk, \"or is he giving in to the idea of marrying and having a family with Severus awfully quick?\" Ron just snickered and shook his head looking at Harry.
Harry’s eyes narrowed and all the rage and frustration he had felt the night before returned. “If you can’t be helpful, GET OUT! Less than twenty-four hours ago I agreed to do whatever I had to in order to save Snape’s life. That MIGHT include bloody well RAPING the man! Do I LOOK happy about that fact to you, Draco? Ron?”
Harry’s anger deflated as suddenly as it had risen, and he crumpled back into the sofa cushions. “All I ever wanted was a fucking family. It’s the only thing I’ve ever cared about, and since as usual I have no bloody choice about my life, I’m taking what fate gives me and trying to fucking well make the best out of it. And as for Snape… It took me a long time to admit this, but the man has been working for twenty years to make amends for one stupid mistake. He’s going to get the chance to live through this whether he likes it or not.”
\"Harry, I…\" Draco shrank back from Harry\'s anger and cuddled closer to Ron.
\"Harry, he didn\'t mean anything by it. It\'s just funny that it would have to be this way. I mean, you and Snape have got to be THE most unlikely couple in the world!\" Ron laughed lightly trying to ease the tension as he held Draco to his side. \"All kidding aside, though, how do you plan to go about this?\"
“I don’t bloody well know,” Harry mumbled, wincing as he glanced at the hurt look on Draco’s face. “Dray, I’m sorry. I know you’re just trying to help me. I’m just so fucking scared and I truly have no idea what the hell I’m going to do, Ron. I haven’t the first clue of how to dominate a man like Severus Snape short of spelling him immobile and taking him. And that’s something I’m NOT willing to do unless it’s a last resort.”
“There must be another way,” Hermione whispered quietly.
Harry shrugged. “I thought maybe if I had some idea about the Marking ceremony itself, it might give me a place to begin. Did you ever hear your family talking about it at all?”
\"I don\'t think there\'s really any set ceremony for it,\" Draco said thoughtfully, his eyes unfocused as he tried to recall what he had heard about taking the Mark. \"I think you only need to hold his arm, or where ever you want the Mark to show, and when there is complete dominance on your part, and complete submission on his, the Mark will appear and the bond will form. Of course, there could be more to it than that, but that\'s all I remember hearing about.\"
“Which brings me right back to the fact that I have to dominate Severus Snape. How does one even BEGIN to do that without going so far as having to take the man against his will? He enjoys intimidating students as a hobby!” Harry whined.
“Harry,” Hermione said softly, laying her hand on Harry’s sleeve, “I’m not trying to pry, but um…do you have much…erm…experience in this?” she asked awkwardly, a slight blush staining her cheeks. “I know you and Charlie got together a bit this summer, but…”
Harry snorted, his pensive expression replaced by a wide grin. “Yes, Hermione, I don’t think the sex will be a problem. I’m quite comfortable with initiating sexual contact, or even with being the more aggressive partner, BUT this is Severus Snape. How EVER does one get HIM to submit?”
\"Well, spells and curses are an obvious no. That wouldn\'t work for achieving total submission,\" Draco supplied.
\"Hmm…\" Ron stood and began pacing the small room. He muttered to himself as he sorted through what he knew about the domineering man, what exactly Harry \'had\' to do, and how best to go about accomplishing this near impossible task. He opened his mouth several times to speak, then shut it again with a shake of his head.
\"Well… You could always blackmail him into submission… at least as a start,\" he finally said, looking directly at Harry.
“Blackmail?” Hermione inquired, disbelief and amusement warring for control on her features. “And what could Harry possibly have to hold over Severus Snape’s head?”
Harry had looked hopeful when Ron had begun speaking, but found himself agreeing with Hermione. “She does have a point, mate. It’s a great idea, but...”
\"Let’s rationalize this, okay. The best relationships start with respect, right?\" Ron waited for three nods of agreement. \"You already respect him, obviously or we wouldn\'t even be discussing this, and I believe he respects you, Harry, at least, to some degree. Snape… er, Severus?\" Ron shook his head, not sure how to address the man that was going to be bonded to his best mate. \"Anyhow, he\'s Slytherin and Slytherins respect strength. Am I right?\" he asked Draco, who nodded.
\"They also respect cunning, deviousness, guile, and shrewdness,\" Ron said with a smirk. \"You need to blackmail him with something he\'d never see coming and can\'t counter in some way. Something that truly shows your Slytherin side, so even while he\'s being forced to do something he doesn\'t want to, he\'ll respect you for it.\"
“Why do I have a feeling you have a specific ‘something’ in mind?” Harry inquired with a smirk.
\"What if you threaten to expose him as having affairs with several students??\" Ron grinned and waggled his eyebrows at his fellow conspirators.
Harry’s smirk spread into a wide grin. “Ronald Bilius Weasley, what EXACTLY are you suggesting?”
Ron snickered and rubbed his hands together as he laid out his plan. By the time he was finished, everyone was in stitches imagining Snape\'s reaction. It was a pretty grand plan and would require the cooperation of several other students, but they were all confident that it would work. Snape would be left with little option but to follow Harry\'s orders.
~TBC~