Changing Ideals

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Chapter 21: Snogging and Chats

Deciding that they should definitely come up for air, both Harry and Severus reluctantly parted their lips, taking in great gulps of air, only to crush their lips back together when they were satisfied they wouldn\'t pass out from lack of oxygen. Running his hands along the contours of Harry\'s body, Severus moaned into the young man\'s mouth, marveling at the rock hard abs from years of Quidditch, and how there didn\'t seem to be an ounce of fat on the boy. Thinking on this thought, he nearly growled when he realized why there wouldn\'t be any fat on the boy. Those disgusting things, that dared call themselves human, had been the cause. The young man was lucky to still be alive. Pushing these thoughts aside, he concentrated on the kiss, and the feel of Harry\'s hands running along his back, under his shirt.

*Sev\'s POV*

What the? How the bloody Hell did my outer robes get removed? Not that I\'m complaining. This is simply amazing. Who would have thought that Harry would be such a proficient and dedicated kisser? Damn, I never want to stop, but damnit, I know I must. Aversely I managed to detach my lips from the supple mouth beneath mine, holding my hands to the boy\'s chest to stop him from attempting to reseal our mouths into that perfect union that made me melt with need and desire. Catching my breath, I stare into Harry\'s mesmerizing emerald eyes, finding myself falling deep into their pits, and his many hidden emotions. It\'s amazing the masks he even has up now. Will I ever meet the real Harry Potter? Or will I always be faced with this facade?

Panting, I say, \"Harry, maybe we should...slow down.\" Not meeting his eyes, I about groan out in frustration and pent up lust when he pushes his groin against mine, practically purring in sexual pleasure, applying tantalizing pressure to all the right areas. \"Stop, Harry. We really shouldn\'t be doing this.\"

\"Why?\" Damn the brat. Didn\'t he understand how dangerous this would be? He would get me in trouble with Voldemort. If he ever found out, that is. It was almost inevitable that he would. There was no way that I could protect him from the man. I couldn\'t let him touch him. And then there was the Headmaster. I have the funniest feeling that he wouldn\'t butt out of something like this; although, I haven\'t quite figured out if he would be for or against a relationship like this.

Running my hands through my hair in a frustrated manner, I push myself off of the boy, and move away from the couch, seating myself in a chair across from Harry. I have to practically sit on my hands to keep from reflexively reaching over to cup his cheek, run my hands over his lips, stroke his hair, or simple pull him to me for another breath-taking kiss. God, why did the boy have to be so delectable? Why couldn\'t I curb my emotions? I normally never had a problem; of course, anything to do with Harry could never be simple or easy. It didn\'t matter if it was dealing with Death Eaters to emotions. I really needed to get myself under control.

Attempting to look formidably at the boy, I steel myself for what I must say and do. \"Harry, I\'m not actually expecting an honest answer, but why have you revealed all of this to me?\" Seeing the oncoming sarcastic, smart-assed answer, he intervened before it could leave the boy\'s lips. \"I just don\'t see someone, who is a true Slytherin, giving up so many details about their personal life, to anyone, not just their Head of House.\"

Smirking in a decidedly evil manner, Harry sauntered to his professor. \"You honestly want to know, Severus?\" he whispered in the man\'s ear, making it sound low and seductive.

Gulping, I said, \"Of course I do. It\'s just highly...unusual.\"

Laughing in a alluring manner, Harry lightly traced the shell of my ear with his tongue before responding. \"Now if I told you that, I wouldn\'t be able to have anymore fun this year.\" Laughing again, the little minx quickly vacated in my momentary stupor before I could react. Damnit.

*End Sev\'s POV*

Walking down the halls with a little skip in his step, there was almost nothing that could ruin his good mood. Of course, since Harry Potter was happy, that meant that fate was conspiring with a way to bring his good mood down, considerably. Turning a corner, Harry found himself face to face with Dean Thomas, a fifth year Gryffindor. Scowling at the boy, Harry attempted to go around the other boy, only to find his way blocked.

\"What do you want, Thomas?\" Harry snarled. He really wasn\'t in the mood to deal with the boy, and he wasn\'t sure what he was up to.

\"What\'s wrong, Potter? I thought you said we could talk?\" A slightly unreadable expression came over the boy\'s face as he looked at Harry. \"You missed our talk on Saturday.\" Laughing and smirking, he said, \"Of course, that could be because you were in the infirmary, but hey, no harm.\" Getting a slightly malicious look to his face, he said, \"We can just talk now.\" Grabbing Harry\'s arm in a rather tight grip, he pulled him into an abandoned room that just conveniently happened to be next to them in that particular part of the castle.

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Stalking towards the Headmaster\'s office, Severus tried to figure out just what he would actually say to the badgering old man. He really needed to mind his own business and stay out of other\'s affairs. Grumbling at the injustices of it all, Severus snarled the password \"Sweetarts\" to the gargoyle, glaring at the statue as though it were the cause of all his life\'s problems. Not even waiting for an invitation in, Severus threw the door open, striding quickly into the room, not caring if he startled the old man inside.
\"Ah, Severus!\" Dumbledore called out cheerfully, offering up the dish of Lemon Drops that he kept on his desk. \"Lemon drop? No?\" Quirking his head to the side, Dumbledore smiled jovially at the man, continuing with his overly cheerful demeanor. \"What is it I can do for you?\"

Rolling his eyes and sighing in vexation, Severus practically snapped like a cobra at the man. \"You\'re the one who asked me to talk to Potter. I expected you to be awaiting a response to what you wanted to know.\" Throwing himself irritably into a nearby chair, Severus steepled his hands together, placing them against his lips, his fingers touching the base of his nose.

Narrowing his eyes in consternation, Dumbledore quickly schooled his features back into his lighthearted demeanor, attempting to keep Severus from seeing his slip. \"Of course, of course. Well then, what do you have to say about Mr. Potter, hmm?\" Waiting for Severus\' answer, Dumbledore couldn\'t help but think that hopefully everything would turn out the way he wanted it to.

\"The boy is not Dark; he is not turning to Voldemort to kill us all, and get revenge for everything that he has gone for.\" Smirking at the man, he said, \"He only reacted that way due to the way those...things,\" practically spitting that word out in disgust, he continued, \"raised him. It is only a natural reaction to wish harm to the things that inflicted such pain and degradation onto one\'s person.\"

\"Hmm, I see your point, Severus.\" Clapping his hands together, the Headmaster said, \"Thank you, my boy, for finding this out. It certainly puts me at ease.\"

Sneering in the typical Snape fashion, Severus said, \"Well, if that\'s all you need, I\'ll just be taking my leave.\"

\"Hmm? What? Oh, yes, yes,\" Dumbledore stated in a rather distracted manner. Hmm...I don\'t think that I quite agree with what Severus believes. I think I\'ll simply have to keep a closer eye on our young Mr. Harry Potter. If he gets out of hand, he might have to be dealt with, permanently. I can\'t have him ruining my good plans. I\'m sure I can find another pawn that makes a good public figure head. Yes, that might be what I have to do. Hehe.

Smiling evilly to himself, Albus gathered his things around him, deciding to turn in for the night. Things would go his way, he\'d make sure of it. He was quite the cunning and sly old man when he wanted to be.

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Looking around, Draco\'s eyebrows lowered in concentration and vexation. Where was Harry? Raising from his seat in the Slytherin common rooms, Draco made his way up to the dorms to see if Harry had some how managed to slip in without Draco noticing him. He doubted this, but he really wanted Harry to be here. It was getting rather late. After entering the dorm room, Draco quickly walked to Harry\'s bed, throwing back the curtains and seeing the empty bed. Becoming more distraught, Draco checked everyone\'s beds, the bathrooms, and then quickly made his way back to the common room. Heading over to Pansy, Greg, Vincent, and Millicent, Draco asked them if any of them happened to know where Harry was.

\"No, I don\'t think any of us have.\" Looking to the others for confirmation, Pansy asked, \"Why?\"

\"He\'s not here. Anywhere!\" Becoming slightly more agitated, Draco\'s voice had rose a few octaves, pulling a few curious glances from the others in the room. Starting to pace around the room, Draco chewed on his finger nails, quickly realizing what he was doing and forcing his hands to his sides. \"Where could he be?!? He knows better than to be out by himself.\"

Walking up to Draco, Greg stopped his pacing by putting his hands on the nervous boy\'s shoulders. \"Calm down, Draco. We\'re all worried about Harry, but working ourselves into a frenzy isn\'t going to help.\" Looking him in the eyes, he said, \"Just think rationally. We should find Severus, ask him if he knows where Harry is, or if he has any ideas as to where Harry might be.\"

Slightly chuckling to himself, Draco said, \"Of course, you\'re right, Greg. Thank you.\" Giving Greg a conspiratorial look, Draco said, in mock seriousness, \"Just imagine how other\'s would react if they heard you talking like that!! I mean, come on, idiot Goyle making perfect sense.\" Acting like his true self, Draco said, \"It\'s rather fun that no one actually knows though.\"

Smiling, Greg shook his head in amusement at Draco, before the entire group, minus Blaise, made their way to Severus\' personal office, hoping that they would find him there. They also hoped that they didn\'t run into any unforeseen obstacles on their way.

Finally making it to the man\'s office, the knocked on the door, almost instantly rethinking how they decided to approach this. Severus opened his door with a snarl and a steaming insult. \"Whoever this is will have serious problems once I\'m through with them. You should know better than to mess with me when I\'m in my office in the evenings. Whatever...\" His tirade ended when he noticed the group of nervously assembled anxious fifth year Slytherins. \"What is it?\"

\"It\'s Harry, sir,\" Draco said cautiously. \"We don\'t know where he is. We were hoping you would.\"

\"WHAT?!\" Quickly whipping around back into his room, Severus grabbed his wand, making a mad dash down the hall after he retrieved it. Calling over his shoulder to the other\'s, he said, \"We have to find him. Help me search.\"

TBC

I\'m sorry!! I know, it\'s shorter than most chapters, oh, and a little bit of another cliff hanger, but oh well. I\'m really, really sorry!!! This just seemed like such a good place to stop!

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