Changing Ideals

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Chapter 20: The Talk

Stalking to the Potions classroom, Sev was not surprised to see Harry sitting at his own desk, reading while occasionally jotting some notes down on a piece of parchment in front of him. Reigning in his anger, the irate man attempted to control his emotions, schooling his carefully composed and practiced mask for use once again. Gliding silently behind the diligent boy, Severus was pleased to note that it was an extracurricular Potions book that he was reading. He was exuberantly pleased with the amazing progress the boy was making in his class. He seemed to have a more definitive grasp of how a potion worked, and how to properly brew them. His homework was immensely better than that infernal Granger girls and Draco\'s combined. Looking at the boy\'s notes, he was shocked to notice that some of his own theories were there, only stated slightly different. Maybe he and the young man should get together, compare and contrast notes, and attempt new and innovative potions? They could even revamp currently known potions, making them work all the more better. Clearing his throat to let the boy know he was present, Sev had a hard time keeping the smirk off of his face when he badly startled the working boy.

"P-professor Snape! I-I didn\'t hear you come in!" Looking sheepishly at the man, he quickly started to father his supplies to him. "I\'ll just put my stuff away and get out my class supplies." Still trembling from his encounter with Blaise, he cursed his stupidity for working on anything but the required Potions text for that day. Feeling a hand stop him, he looked into the amusedly smirking face of the Potions Master.

"It is quite all right, Mr. Potter." Turning his smirk into a full blown smile, he decided to continue. "All I ask is that you wipe that look off your face, I\'m allowed to smile, and stay after class for a minute. I need to talk with you." Turning to leave, he whipped back around, "Oh, and Mr. Potter, nice work. Keep going. You already know what we\'re working on today, you had it in your extensively researched summer essay. May I commend you on your superb work. It truly was a piece of work." Walking towards his desk, he kept talking, "We\'ll only be taking notes and talking theories about that potion. I only ask you to keep your ears open for your name, I might ask you for some ingenious input." Receiving an affirmative nod, Severus moved up to his desk, ruffling around his papers, searching for Harry\'s essay that covered today\'s topic. He wanted to use some of Harry\'s phrases, he believed they\'d help people better understand what they were going to discuss in class, and how dangerous this potion was if it were abused.

Snapping his head to the opening door, Severus was pleased to note that the entering students seemed intimidated by his very presence. It wasn\'t very often that he found himself able to reach the classroom before the majority of the students. Normally he was being sequestered by the Headmaster, or Pomfrey. He truly did enjoy injecting fear into their frail, little hearts. One day they\'d learn he wasn\'t the big, bad they made him out to be. Eventually they would meet someone much worse, like Voldemort, or the Death Eaters. Glowering at the Gryffindors, he gave sardonic smirks to his Slytherins. Seeing Blaise enter caused Severus to see red, drawing out the fiercest scowl and glare he had, the one that was usually reserved for people like Black or Fudge.

Deciding it would be in his, and Blaise\'s, best interest to start the lesson, he did so with a swirl of his robes, and a cutting voice. Occasionally barking out a \'Mr. Potter\', Severus was immensely pleased that he could thoroughly answer each question in laymen\'s terms. He was also pleased that the other students seemed to better comprehend the way Potter explained the potion in his essay. Maybe the boy could help him with his lesson plans? He was a lot better at teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts than Potions. He loved brewing potions, he just didn\'t have the patience, or know how, to explain it to idiotic children that didn\'t seem to understand even the basics of brewing a simply healing draught. He found it much easier to teach them DADA, that was a straightforward class to him, very easily explained.

When the class was over, Severus found himself unusually nervous. What he had to talk about with the boy was a very delicate matter. He couldn\'t come right out and say \'Hey, I think you\'re hot, want to fuck? Oh, and I think I\'ve been having dreams about your past. Of course, I can\'t forget that the Headmaster wants me to find out if you\'re evil, and are planning on killing us all, because your reaction to the vision of the death of your family was a little, uh, unusual for you.\' Yes, he could see that going over so very well. Wringing his hands behind his back in a nervous gesture, Severus felt like cursing the rest of the students to get them to quit dilly-dallying about, he needed them to leave for this discussion. If they were here, he might back out and just allow Harry to leave.

Steeling himself when the last student left, Severus made his way over to Harry. "Mr. Potter...Harry, I am requesting that you meet me after dinner, down in this room where we will move to a more comfortable environment, for a little, er, chat." Mentally cursing himself, Severus felt like cringing at how pathetic he sounded. Seeing the raised eyebrows of his student, he realized even he thought he sounded odd. "I simply need to talk with you, if that is all right."

"Of course, Severus. Is that all?" Watching Harry tilt his head to the side, Severus was severely tempted to give into his impulses and pull the boy into a searing kiss. Holding such thoughts and actions at bay, he calmed his nerves. Shaking his head and gesturing towards the door, Harry realized he was being dismissed. Gathering his things, he left the dungeons, heading to his next class of the day.

*Sev\'s POV*

Well, that didn\'t go too poorly, although I felt like hitting myself with an Unforgivable for the way I acted. I mean honestly! Why didn\'t I just come out and say, \'Oh Harry, you make me so nervous, I just don\'t know what to say! Hold me!,\' and then swoon into his arms. For God\'s sake! I\'m supposed to be an adult! A professional! I can handle talking to one student, one of my charges, a Slytherin. Really, there is nothing hard about that.

Speaking of hard, looking down at my lap, I notice that I have a raging hard on. Damnit, does this thing think I\'m the hormone driven, teenaged boy? I can\'t seem to be around Harry any more without acquiring one. I\'m liable to scare the boy off before I even get the chance. Sighing, I try to will my erection away, it will not do to have a hard on while teaching first year Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students. Trying to picture disgusting mental images, I started my futile attempts. It didn\'t seem to be working. Oh come on! Filch, nude, and leering after a flirtatious McGonagall. Nope, not quite. Um, uh, come on! I\'m imaginative! I can do this! Eureka! Voldemort getting it on with Wormtail! That did the trick, unfortunately I\'m not sure I\'ll ever be able to get it up again after that mental image. Ew.

Snarling at the first years I see starring at me, I realize that I have been willing my erection away long enough to allow all the students to enter, sit down, and be waiting for me to start the lesson, five bloody minutes into the period. If I didn\'t have such control over the emotions I show, I just might have flushed. Good thing I do. "Well?! What are you dawdling for? The potion is in the board! Get to work," huffing angrily at them, I\'m tempted to take points from both Houses. It would not only make them get to work faster, but it would brighten my day considerably. Watching them \'diligently\' work, I go into full snarky bastard mode when one of the more inept Hufflepuffs, whose name I don\'t know, melted yet another cauldron. God, not another Longbottom in the making. Taking an innumerable amount of points and dealing out a detention, the unfortunate child makes an odd squeaking noise that I find satisfying. Too easily frightened, too vulnerable. He\'ll learn, oh yes, I\'ll make sure of that.

I could just about thank anyone or anything when this class was over, I was about to commit murder. That infernal boy managed to melt one cauldron, three stir sticks, and melt the table. How he did this was a true feet. The liquid had gone right through the cauldron. It hadn\'t melted it, nor caused a whole,it simply went right through, melting an entire damn table. I haven\'t the faintest idea what he could possibly have made, so I suppose that means I\'ll be up all night trying to figure out what it is, and devising a counter potion in case anyone ever does it again. Annoying little brats. Maybe if Harry doesn\'t run out on me after our discussion, he\'ll help me to figure it out. Grabbing a container, I make my way over to the volatile concoction, carefully ladling out some of the liquid. It only seems to melt wood, but can seep through other things. I\'m amazed that any of it is still in the cauldron. Hopefully this strengthened and warded vial will be able to contain it, if not, I don\'t know what I\'ll do. Making sure to put it somewhere far away from my other potions and potion ingredients, I then head out to lunch.

Entering the room, I do my customary sweep, glowering and sneering at everyone. As my eyes land on Harry, my mask collapses momentarily, and I feel myself growing hard again. Damnit! If this keeps up, how the Hell am I suppose to talk to him?! I\'d rather just bend him over my desk and fuck him thoroughly. Hmm, pleasant thought. Quickly sitting down, I eat a rushed meal, ignoring those around me in favor of leaving the second I\'m done eating. Of course, they all assume I\'ve got some urgent potion simmering, and that I\'m heading back to work on it. What I wouldn\'t give to see the looks on their faces if they knew I was going to fantasize about Harry Potter while I jacked myself off. It would be quite the sight.

Entering my private quarters, I quickly divest myself of my outerwear, not bothering with what I\'m wearing under my robes. Quickly undoing my pants, I push them, along with my underwear, down, freeing my straining erection. Sitting down in on my sofa, I make myself comfortable, starting my little fantasy.

*Fantasy*

Pushing Harry against his desk, I quickly latched onto his mouth, removing his clothing while we kissed. Slipping my tongue into his mouthdiscdiscard his clothing, running my pale hands along his torso. Feeling gentle pressure from the boy, I release him from where I had him trapped. This allows him to move down my body, placing tender kisses, nips, and licks as he moved. Feeling him latch onto one of my pale nipples, I moan out his name, urging him on. As he reaches my belly button, he delves his devious little tongue into my naval, gently suckling the skin around it. Following my patch of dark hair, Harry finally makes it to my throbbing erection. Grinning wickedly up at me, he experimentally licks the underside, causing my knees to buckle and his name to spill forth from my lips once again. While I\'m still trying to get my balance back, he quickly wraps that delicious little mouth around me, creating a vacuum as he moves. Feeling his tongue running along the underside of my penis, the slight scrape of his teeth, and the wonderful suction, I feel I\'m in heaven when he starts to massage my balls.

*End fantasy*

On my final stroke and squeeze, I shoot my load, experiencing the most intense orgasm of my life. Well, at least the most intense I have ever had when I was masturbating. It normally takes me forever to come, but fantasies of Harry never seem to take me very long. He\'s gorgeous. God, it is so good that I had a free period after lunch. Seeing that I have about fifteen minutes before I should make my way to my classroom for the last class of the day, I pull on my pants, tuck in my shirt, and start clean up. Putting the finishiouchouches on my room, no one would ever know that I had just masturbated in here. There isn\'t a shred of evidence that anything out of the usual has occurred in this room. Smiling to myself, I grab my outer robe, and stalk to my room. Gah, fourth year Slytherins and Ravenclaws. Oh well, at least it\'s not with the Gryffindors. Then I might just have to strangle myself. Shuddering to myself I sometimes wonder how anyone can stand those self-righteous imbeciles, who never think they are wrong, and that they are the epitome of Light. Nuisances of the Light is more like it.

*End of Sev\'s POV*

Finishing his last class of the day, Harry found himself rather nervously anticipating his meeting with Severus this evening. He wondered what it was the older man would want to talk to him about. Of course, he wasn\'t sure how well he would do alone in the room with the man. In class, he received a major boner just listening to him talk. He\'d love it if someone would just kill him now and put him out of his Hellish misery. He didn\'t know if he could stand watching the man he was lusting after going after someone else. Especially since that someone was Remus Lupin, a man who was almost as close to Harry as his own Godfather. He might learn to hate the man.

Eating his food, Harry noticed that Blaise was making his way towards him. "Blaise, if you fucking even think of touching me, or doing anything like you did this morning, I will seriously hurt you." Sending a deadly glare to the boy, Harry grabbed some finger food, stood up, and stalked from the room, much in the same manner Severus had that morning. People jumped out of the irritated boy\'s way, not wanting to incur his wrath. Although Harry use to be a mediocre student, he was swiftly moving up the charts, rivaling both Hermione and Draco in certain areas. In Defense, there simply wasn\'t anyone better. He was definitely someone others didn\'t want pissed off at them.

Entering the common room, Harry dropped his things off in the dorm rooms, and then made his way to the Potions room to meet Severus. Becoming more nervous with each step, Harry was slightly put to ease when he noticed that Severus was already there. Upon noticing that the man was pacing, his fears grew. Normally, Severus was rather unflappable, to see him like this was upsetting in its own right. Breathing deeply, Harry gathered what was left of his Gryffindor courage and stepped towards the man. Startled out of his revelry, Severus looked up to the nervously smiling boy and gave what he hoped to be a comforting smile. Gesturing for the boy to follow him, he quickly set off on a path to his office, their destination.

Entering the room, Severus quickly shut, warded, and put up silencing spells on the door. He didn\'t want anyone eavesdropping on their conversation. "Harry, please sit down. Get comfortable." Getting ready to sit, he said, "Er, is there something I can get for you? A drink perhaps?"

"Nope. I\'m good. Thanks." Becoming more nervous at Severus\' ramblings, Harry began to wonder exactly what he had done wrong, or what had gone wrong. Feeling irrational fear creeping up on him, it felt as though a hand had grasped his heart and was applying steady pressure. "Oh God! It\'s Sirius, isn\'t it? They\'ve gotten him! They\'re going to suck his soul out!" Throwing himself from his seat, Harry began to pace the room, muttering to himself. Swiftly turning to the other man in the room, he said, "We have to save him. Come on." Grabbing his arm, Harry started to drag them stunned man towards the door.

Snapping back to his senses, he gently stopped the frantic boy. "No, Harry, calm down. Black is perfectly safe and healthy."

"Yo-you\'re sure? You\'re not just saying that \'cause he\'s actually dead, and you don\'t want to make me have an emotional breakdown?!"

Chuckling, Severus shook his head. "Trust me, Harry. That annoying flea bag is just fine. If he weren\'t, don\'t you think I\'d be a little happier right now?"

"Oh...well...yeah." Looking sheepishly at the man, he ran a hand through his hair, huffing as he sat back down. "Sorry \'bout that."

"Don\'t worry. I\'m sure that the sentiment won\'t be lost on the canine." Biting his lip, Severus quirked an eyebrow when he realized he hadn\'t done that since he was a child. Shaking his head in frustration, he decided to stay with the safer topic for now, Harry\'s reaction to the vision. "Now, I\'m sure you\'re wondering why I have asked you down here tonight."

"Yeah, just a little," was the slightly sarcastic response from the impudent boy.

Rolling his eyes, Severus realized that the boy was already on the defensive before he could bring anything up. "The Headmaster asked me to speak to you," noticing the subtle tensing at this fact, Severus realized that Harry definitely had a strong distaste for the man. "He feels that you had a slightly...odd reaction to your vision. He feels that since they are your family," sneering at calling the Dursleys Harry\'s family, he continued on, "you should have had a more volatile reaction. Maybe something like, oh, say, begging us to do anything in our power to save your only living relations."

Snorting, Harry started laughing at the absurdity of it all. "Th-that\'s what the old man wants to know about?! My reaction!? Oh God! This is too funny!" By the time Harry was finished with this sentence, he was gasping for air, taking in great gulps, practically rolling on the floor. "I hate the bastards, why should I give a fuck if they live or die?" Quirking his head, Harry thought about what he had just said. "You know, if you had asked me last week, I would have asked you to save them, but nois wis week. I wonder why that is?"

"Maybe you\'ve just had more time to analyze your true feelings towards...those people." Not able to bring himself to call them family, Severus felt like shuddering and wiping himself down, just to get the imaginary filthy contamination off his skin that seemed to accumulate just thinking about those menaces. "You see, the old man believed that maybe you were starting to lean towards the Dark, and were going to ally yourself with Voldemort just to kill them."

"Hell no." Cocking his head to the other side, he said, "Well, maybe the Dark, but not on Voldie\'s side. Um, you won\'t tell the Headmaster I just said that, will you?"

"Of course not. I\'ll just give him some plausible excuse for your response. He doesn\'t need to know the actual reason. Crazy old codger." Laughing together at the expense of Dumbledore, both Harry and Severus started to feel more relaxed around one another.

"Now," straightening himself in a professional manner, Severus tried his best to look apologetic before continuing. "I wanted to bring it to your attention that I might be experiencing some sort of dreams that are allowing me to see your past."

"Oh, good." Looking perplexed at the youth, Harry grinned at the man. "I did that. With a handy little spell in \'The Book of Handy Little Spells For All Occasions\' by Professor Vindictus Viridian. Brilliant bloke."

"Why?"

"Why is he a brilliant bloke? I don\'t know, he studied really hard?" was his smart assed answer.

Looking sternly at the boy, Severus growled out, "You know that isn\'t what I meant. Why did you do the spell?"

"Well, a little birdie told me you were inquiring about my past, and how bad it truly was. I simply wanted to give you a little taste. Don\'t worry, you won\'t be having any more." Giving the man a cheeky grin, Harry wished that their meeting would be over soon. He had a little problem that required jacking off, er, taking care of.

"Oh." Giving into his impulses, Severus quickly made his way to the boy, grabbing him before he could react, pushing his lips onto the other\'s. Feeling the boy suck in a quick breath, he followed the air in with his tongue, sweeping along the most cavern. Moaning, he gently began to stroke along Harry\'s jaw, releasing his death hold on the boy. Feeling the teen returning the kiss, he pushed him back against the sofa, leaning over him.

TBC

Hehe, another little cliffie. Hope you liked. Please review.

Oh, and a big thanks goes out to jelly-bean for beta reading! She\'s a wonderful person.