People are Strange

Harry walked through the portrait hole and was immediately accosted by Ron and Hermione.

“What happened? You were gone for quite awhile. We were beginning to worry.” asked Hermione.

“Did that git give you detention?” asked Ron.

Harry, of course, couldn’t tell them the truth. They didn’t know about the liaison between him and Draco and he definitely didn’t want them to know about the incident with Snape. So, he had to lie; it pained him to do so but there were some secrets that should be kept.

“Yeah, he did. 8 o’clock tomorrow night.” Harry lied.

“That bastard.” Ron cursed.

“You shouldn’t have given him that bottle of shampoo! And don’t look at me like that Ronald; I know you were in on it. You should have gotten a detention as well to be matter of fact. What did I tell you both about not provoking Snape?” Hermione berated.

“Come off it Hermione. Snape is an arsehole, you know that. Do you always have to bitch at us?!” Ron asked exasperatedly.

Hermione was beside herself. “I wasn’t ‘bitching’!” She stormed up to her dormitory. Ron started after her.

After a few moments Ron said guiltily, “Maybe I should go talk some sense into her.” Harry laughed inwardly. Ronald Weasley was indeed in love with Hermione Granger. Ron hadn’t yet admitted it, maybe not even to himself but everyone else knew, even Hermione. Hermione was waiting for Ron to confess his love for her but it didn’t look like it was going to happen anytime soon. Harry made a mental note to talk to Ron about it, again.

Harry sighed and walked up to the boy’s dormitory. He lay on his bed and pulled out his homework. He finished his Transfiguration essay, the planetary studies for Astronomy, and a reading for Defense Against the Dark Arts. That left Snape’s assignment; three feet of parchment on the varying effectiveness of Sleeping Potions. Harry decided to skip over this assignment. Maybe Snape would bid him stay after class.

Yes, he was definitely aroused. The thought of Snape’s body against his sent a shiver down his back. Snape’s hardness against his, Snape’s breath against his ear. Just then Ron came bounding up the stairs.

“How’s Hermione?” Harry asked.

“Oh, she told me off again then burst into tears saying something about me having my head up my ass. Well, she didn’t use those exact words. I’ll never understand her.” Ron sighed.

“I guess not.” Said Harry amusedly. Ron got into his pajamas muttering to himself.

“Goodnight Harry.” Said Ron as he pulled the hangings on his bed closed. Harry bade Ron goodnight and a few minutes later the air was full of Ron’s snores.

Harry put away his stuff and lay back in his bed. He immediately began thinking about the days events. What was going on between this Sarah Harper and Snape? It certainly wasn’t studying. It was a strange mystery to be sure. Harry decided that tomorrow night he would go to Snape’s dungeons even though he really didn’t have a detention with him. Just to investigate.

Harry was in deep thought when he heard a pecking at the window. Not now. He quietly walked to the window and let in the owl. Draco’s eagle owl. Harry took the letter from its beak and stroked its head. Harry opened the letter and read:

Meet me now by the lake.

Draco

Harry really didn’t want to go to be matter of fact. The only thing Draco wanted was the sex. He didn’t want to have a relationship, something Snape was all too right about. Draco didn’t love him, he was just using him. But the encounter with Snape had made him feel very...sexual. He needed an outlet and he didn’t want to wank off so he put on some clothes and made his way down to the lake.

Draco was sitting underneath a big oak tree overlooking the lake. In the moonlight he was exceptionally beautiful. But beauty can be deceiving. He turned his head and looked at Harry, pale blue eyes lustful. There were no words exchanged between them. It was a violent battle of tongues. Then they were nude. Draco entered him roughly and they coupled. Moans and the occasional obscenity from Draco were the only sounds other than the slight sigh of the wind. Harry came first followed by Draco.

Draco pulled out of Harry’s body moments later, recuperating rather quickly. Like always. He stood up and began to redress leaving Harry lying on the ground. It was always like this. Draco never muttered sweet words in Harry’s ear or held him after their lovemaking. Draco nodded at Harry and walked toward the castle leaving Harry alone.

Harry felt dirty and used. He cast a cleaning spell on himself and got to his feet. He didn’t feel like going back to the castle just yet so walked around by the lake. He couldn’t stop the tears from falling. And fall they did.

Little did he know he was being watched by one Mr. Severus Snape. Snape couldn’t help but feel sorry for the boy. He did look a pity. As Harry made his way back to the castle Snape began to feel guilty about attempting to seduce Harry. He knew that Harry would never tell about the incident but his conscience was creeping up on him. He too felt dirty. Like a dirty old man. And look! What had he been doing?! Watching two students have sex. It was a scandal.

Potter was almost of legal wizarding age but he was still after all his student. But Sarah Harper was also his student. His love for Sarah was totally platonic so it wasn’t the same thing. He knew that she’d be in his office when he got back to the castle, waiting for him. He preferred not to think about how she had broken into his office earlier. Harry would probably be curious. Potter always had a way of finding out things that were supposed to be *secret.* Oh fuck.

He took his time getting back to the castle quite enjoying the night air. On his way to his office he caught a Gryffindor first year out of bed. Upon scaring the wits of them and taking away some house points Snape was in a rather good mood. The door to his office was already ajar when he approached it. Damn.

He pushed the door open to see Miss. Harper sitting at his desk reading some of the essays he had graded. She had no shame. Oh, if anyone knew.

“Severus, you should have given Harry Potter a better mark on this. It’s quite good. So, how is he?” she asked slyly.

Snape didn’t answer her. He found his hidden stash of liquor and poured himself a drink. Sarah stood up to let him have his seat. She walked around the office reading another essay. The silence was deadly it seemed as Snape sipped his drink. The girl walked behind the sitting Snape and ran her fingers through his hair. Snape turned his head and she kissed him chastely on the lips. Snape started into her eyes. She was lovely.

Flashback.

Sarah Harper was so brilliant at Potions that Snape took notice almost immediately of her in her 1st year. She was quiet in class, listening to every word from Snape’s lips. Her essays were the best he had ever read in all his years of teaching. Miss. Harper had a passion for Potions that his other students lacked. Snape admired her but he did not make that obvious. He graded her essays more strictly than others because she was on a higher level of thinking. He left many un-snapelike comments scribbled in red ink on her papers. Words of encouragement such as “Exactly”, “Wonderfully written” “Precise point” and “Of high quality.” He also secretly gave her house points here and there. Why she had been put in Hufflepuff was a mystery to him. It really didn’t matter though. She was interesting.

She began writing notes to him on the bottom of her essays. They were ideas about potions she wanted to make that weren’t in the curriculum. Also, she expressed her desire to create new potions; her thoughts were rather brilliant. Of course Snape didn’t write back but he read what she wrote and took it into consideration. One day after class she accidentally dropped her things on the floor. It was in her 3rd year. Severus looked to see the deserted classroom and oddly kneeled down to help her pick up her things. She gasped, looked into his face, and flushed.

“I’m so sorry Professor.” She said quickly.

“It’s nothing.” He replied simply.

She smiled and strangely he smiled as well. A real smile. It felt nice.

He put her stuff on the desk and silently signaled for her to follow him. He led her to his private potions store. Saying the password so she could clearly hear it and remember it he led her in; she gasped with awe.

He said, “You’re free to take anything at your discretion.” With that he left. She walked out later with the similar sound of bottles clinking against each other in her bag.

“Thank you Professor.” She said flashing him a beautiful smile.

From that day forward Snape would notice things gone from his store, knowing that it was her for he had made sure that Potter couldn’t get in anymore by sealing it with a password. Something no one would ever guess.

When Miss. Harper was in 4th year she had tentatively knocked on his door after classes were over for the day and got no answer. So, she walked in.

Snape was sitting at his desk visibly crying. He had just gotten back from a death eater meeting; he had been tortured. He hadn’t even noticed her entrance. Sarah looked back at the door then at the sobbing Snape. She wasn’t going to leave him like that. Seeing him cry made her heart ache. She walked over to him and he heard her. He looked up swiftly, tears stopped immediately. His eyes grew wide and he opened his mouth to speak but she had put her hand on the side of his face, cradling it.

It was an intimate, loving gesture. Snape stiffened up. But then he leaned into the soft hand. Miss. Harper asked no questions about his state. She just stayed there, comforting him. From that day forward Sarah would visit Snape often as possible and they would talk about Potions. Soon they began to discuss other issues. More personal things. Snape told Sarah secretly that he was a homosexual. She giggled and was delighted. They became rather good friends. Of course their relationship remained an elusive secret. Nobody need know that Severus Snape was a normal human being with a yearning for companionship.

End flashback.

“Severus, I’m sorry about today. I had no idea about you and him. I mean, honestly! You hate each other.”

“Forget it. Nothing happened.” Severus remarked.

“Oh, I see.” She said obviously unconvinced.

“And Sarah I don’t want you to lecture me. I am the teacher, remember.” He said *trying* to be an asshole.

Sarah laughed. It echoed off the walls. “I wasn’t going to lecture you. You think I have no respect for my beloved teacher?”

It was Snape’s turn to laugh. Sarah began picking at her face.

“Stop that. You’ll have scars if you keep that up. It looks as though that potion I made is working.” Sarah had rather bad acne but her overall beauty was not so much marred by this. She smiled.

“So, do you think it wise to attempt to seduce a student?” asked Sarah. She loved to ask her mentor questions.

“Sarah...”

“Well, I don’t want you getting sacked for doing something you will later regret.”

“You have a point.” Snape admitted grudgingly. “It was a perverse fantasy and I’m rather ashamed I tried to act on it. Let’s leave it at that. So, how is that essay I assigned last week going?”

“Done. Of course. I’m tired. I’ll be off to bed. I suggest you get some sleep.” With that she left.

No respect. None at all.