Sheltered Hearts

Author's Note: Well, this is not my first Harry Potter fic, but it is the first I am
publishing online, since it is the only one I have typed up thus far. It is
incomplete, I do hope to update it regularly, but life is also hectic so
Updates will be when I am able. As such, I have no beta-reader, so if there are
problems feel free to email me.

There is no real Snarry sex until Harry is of age in the wizarding world (that
does not stop the very graphic fantasy/wet dream/wank)

Sheltered Hearts

by Shenkai

Major Pairing: Snarry

Other Pairings: APWBD/TMR,
APWBD/HS, APWBD/AM, EP/TMR, CW/OC, canon pairings

Spoilers:
Takes place after Order of the Phoenix, during
Half-Blood Prince and Deathly Hallows (I have most of the DH portion done, but
am still working on the HBP) I do try to stick to canon (books) as much as
possible – the contents fits in the canon, very little AR.

Chapter One – Off to a Record Start

Sunday,September 1, 1996

Harry entered the start of term feast hurt and upset, and more so because it had been
Snape to witness his disgrace. As much as he blamed himself and Severus for the
death of Sirius Black, his godfather, last year, he knew that the potions
master had been trying to help and that he, Harry, wanted to know Occlumency
now more than ever. He could not let Voldemort use his friends like that again,
and Severus was the only one who could help him. He frowned, squeezing himself
on the bench between Ron and Hermione. When had he started thinking about the Professor
as Severus?

It had been weird hearing that Professor Snape had finally succeeded in gaining
the Defense Against the Dark Arts post. He tried to allow himself to hope that things
would be different now that he was teaching a
class that he, Harry, was good at. He also knew the perverse pleasure that the
professor got out of torturing students, so he guessed that nothing would
change. He considered that perhaps things would get worse. Potions did not involve
using magic to hex people.

Losing
house points before the end of the feast and now detention after the first
class on the first day of lessons, Snape was right – it probably was a record.
Classes were tougher than they had been before as well. Professor Slughorn had
been thrilled when he had shown up to potions, and after the success of the
potion he brewed, he found he was rather intrigued by the previous owner of his
Advanced Potion Making book. The effeminate
handwriting brought to Harry’s mind the image of a young, good looking wizard
with aristocratic features, like Malfoy, only darker. He could envision the
young wizard with black hair and eyes, an aura of mystery would surround him as
well. He would be graceful, without trying, and his robes would billow around
him as he glided through the halls. If the made up spells that littered the
book as well as the modified recipes were any indication, this Prince of
Potions would also be head of his class, like Hermione only more fun. He had
already begun to commit to memory some of the charms in the book. The first, or
rather the second thing he had learned from the Half-Blood Prince’s potions
book was a little charm called Muffliato. It was very useful, if you did not
wish to be overheard, and he cast it on his bed because he could never be sure
what came out of his mouth as he slept. Towards the end of Occlumency lessons
the previous year, before he saw his dad taunting Severus in the Pensieve, he
had called out Severus’s name during a pretty disturbing fantasy and had to
blame it on Voldemort torturing the professor when Ron had asked about it the
next morning.

Harry
reasoned with himself that Snape was not the type normal people fantasized
about. No one really wants to find out if that hair is really greasy, or if
large noses really mean large – Harry winced as he suddenly found his pajama
bottoms were too constricting. He pulled out his potions book again. There had
to be a potion to cure yourself of unwanted thoughts. At this rate, Mondays,
Wednesdays, and Fridays were going to be hell, but at least his detention had
been postponed by a week.

How
could he think there would ever be a time that Severus did not see him as James
Potter’s son or Sirius Black’s godson? The only thing Harry was
grateful for was that Severus did not give him special treatment because he was
the Chosen One. Harry was sick to death
of that new status. He had never had to fend off so many girls, and if truth be
told, he did not realize how many gay boys were enrolled at the school either.
Snape had caught him trying to spurn the advances of a Slytherin seventh year
boy, and since it seemed to be a year of records, he gave the boy the
Saturday’s detention that Harry would be missing and took away twenty points from
his own house. To Harry’s amazement, Snape had even gone so far as to ask Harry
if he was alright.

Harry
was standing just outside the door to Snape’s office. It was not quite six
o’clock according to his watch, but he had no real desire to knock on the door.

“Potter,
I will not accept tardiness, even from the Chosen
One, even if it is just detention. I
think we’ll have to add another one, to see if we can improve your timekeeping
skills,” Snape said, opening the door when Harry knocked at one past six.

Harry
glared as he walked past Snape and entered the office. A crate, cauldron, and
assortment of jars stood waiting at a work table in the corner. “You know, it
would be easier if you just waved your wand over the stuff and had done with
it,” Harry said, waving his hand over the table. To his horror, seven jars were
suddenly filled with the perfect balance of solution from the cauldron and
specimens from the crate.

“Finally!
Wandless magic!” Severus said, delight in his voice. He pointed at the shelf,
and the jars moved to take their place.

Harry
looked up at Severus and found a smile on his face. “Sir, I thought wandless
magic was banned by the ministry.”

Snape
raised an eyebrow. “So, you think the Dark Lord won’t use it because it is
banned? As you have finished the task I was going to set you, and we still have
three hours, I plan on putting them to good use. I think we’ll explore your
abilities with wandless magic.”

By
nine o’clock, Snape claimed Harry was ready to try dueling. So they stood, each
facing the other in the center of the room, about ten feet between them. Before
the professor could react, however, Harry stalked across the room to stand
directly in front of him. Green met black, both shocked as their lips met and
Harry found another benefit of wandless magic. Their clothes disappeared –
literally – and Harry was laid out on the now empty work table, watching his
Professor through hooded eyes as the older wizard filled him with his very well
endowed manhood.

“Severus!”
Harry yelled as he felt the ultimate pleasure consume him.