The Headmaster

Chapter 21 The Headmaster


Adam tried to be patient with Harry but was finding it more difficult as the evening wore on. There was something on the younger wizard’s mind that Harry wanted to talk about, yet refused to do so.

“I’ve waited all evening for you to open up and tell me what is bothering you. Since you don’t seem inclined to express yourself, I find that I must do the asking. What the hell is wrong with you boy?” Adam irritatingly asked.

Harry snickered, “I didn’t think I was that transparent.”

“Well, young man, you are. Now talk,” Adam ordered.

“I don’t have to tell you that I saw Severus this evening,” Harry continued before Adam could reply. “I had another memory return.”

Adam, who was sitting on the couch trying to read, while he waited for Harry to speak up, curled his legs beneath his bum.

“You want to tell me about it?” Adam inquired.

“Not really but I will,” Harry said, as he sat down on the far side of the couch. “We were having a terrible row, cursing and saying horrible things to one another when he…we started to fiercely snog one another.”

“Did you like it?” Adam interrupted.

“Merlin yes!” Harry sighed before he continued. “After a moment I took control of the situation and pushed Snape against the wall. Adam, he wanted me to take control. He was turned on by the fact I was in charge of the situation. This is Snape we’re talking about…the most restrained son-of-a-bitch that I know.”

Harry shook his head, he must remember not to use that adjective to describe Snape.

“I bet he was changing his own diapers by the time he was two,” Harry giggled at the imagery.

“So, don’t you think that someone with that much control wouldn’t like someone else to be in charge for awhile and be able to just relax and enjoy himself?” Adam questioned.

“Not Snape,” Harry said flatly.

“And how did you feel?” Adam prodded.

“I was so turned on that I wanted to devour him, to bend him to my will…to my wants and desires,” Harry noticed his pants were becoming uncomfortable again.

“Have you ever felt this way before?” Adam looked at Harry intently as he asked him his questioned.

“Hell no! I’m the most vanilla person you’ll ever meet when it comes to sex,” Harry flushed.

“On the contrary,” Adam contended, “you sound rather passionate in what you want, at least when you speak about Snape. A bit of a dominant, I think.”

“Me, dominate Snape? I don’t think so. He would hex me if I ever tried to dominate him ‘that’ way,” Harry shook his head.

“Perhaps you’re right. It’s more than likely that he isn’t even aware of his desire to be cared for,” Adam said.

“I thought we were talking about sex and not about me ‘taking care’ of Snape,” Harry looked at his friend as though he had lost his mind.

“Before you get your feathers ruffled, listen to what I have to say. Since I have never had a serious conversation with your professor, I’m only giving you my opinion from the information that you have given me. You mentioned that his father had abused Snape when he was a child and his mother was incapable of protecting him, correct?” Adam started.

Harry shivered as he remembered at the images in Snape’s pensive, “From what I understand, yes.”

“All children yearn for the love of their parents. Snape would be no different and may very well equate love with abuse. He may not want it but he probably understands it. Then for most of his life he’s been taking care of himself, no one caring about his welfare, especially his so-called love ones, ,” explained Adam.

“How about Minerva? She treats him like a king?” Harry interjected.

“He was well on his way to adulthood when the two met, besides from what I’ve seen, she is extremely tough when it comes to Snape. Now that I think about it, she proves my point,” Adam told him.

Harry started to laugh hysterically, “I don’t know why we are even having this conversation. My feelings haven’t changed at all. I still dislike the git.”

“Dislike? A week ago the word was detest. Can you say you still detest Snape now?” Adam grinned at the younger wizard.

The Gryffindor stopped laughing and glared at the therapist. He couldn’t deny that he no longer detested Snape but that was a far way from liking the man.

“Adam?”

“Yes Harry?”

“Do shut up,” Harry grumbled.

“Yes Harry,” Adam snickered.

Adam wondered if the dynamics of their relationship was that of submissive and a dominant. He shook his head slightly as he tried to re-read a passage in his book for the third time. Severus would never give up total control to anyone. He didn’t see either one of these men living life subordinate to anyone, but it could work as long as they kept it in the bedroom. Yes, that could work and would be good for the both of them-- Harry, who never had control over most of his life, and Severus who had too much. If only they could see it for themselves.

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Albus woke slowly. He was looking about the room when he saw Minerva asleep in a wingback chair, the book she had been reading on the floor. He smiled at her. She had been a good, steadfast friend for decades, one of his few true friends, as was Severus. Severus! He must find him and apologize for everything that had happened. He said a quick prayer that Severus was all right before throwing off the covers and trying to move his legs off the bed. He cursed quietly, so he wouldn’t disturb Minerva, when his legs didn’t respond. He tried once again to move them in vain.

“And what do you think your doing?” Minerva asked, waking up from all the commotion that Albus was making. She moved to his side and started to fuss over him.

“I was trying to stand, but it seems that my legs feel like staying in bed,” Albus answered with a cheery tone in his voice.

“You gave us a good scare old man,” Minerva put the covers back over him and tucked the sides in securely. “Where were you off too?”

“I believe I had a marvelous time,” Albus explained. “Is Severus here? I seem to recall him talking to me.”

“Yes, he’s out of Azkaban and recovering. Draco has given us use of his family home while the two of you recover,” Minerva explained.

“He’s here then?” he asked.

“Yes, just down the hall. You stay put. I’m going to go fire call Healer Montague and have him come and check you over. Then you can tell us of your adventures.”

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It was approaching midnight when Minerva fire called Alvin. Within moments, the healer appeared just outside of the wards. There was a smile on Minerva’s face as she walked down the stairs to meet him . Before she could say a word, Alvin pulled her slender body close to his and dipped her as he ravished her mouth. Startled, she at first tried to push him away. Slowly her arms crept around his neck and her fingers combed through his hair, pulling him into the intoxicating kiss. She was more than a little surprised when there were feelings that were developing in her nether regions that she hadn’t felt since the death of her third husband.

When Alvin finally ended the kiss and straightened up Minerva, she stood there with a glazed look shining on her face and a silly little grin on her lips.

“Should we?” he asked.

“Huh?” Minerva questioned incoherently.

“Should we go check out ‘sleeping beauty’,” the Healer gave her a boyish grin as he leaned over and kissed her cheek. Linking his fingers with hers, he led her back into the mansion and down the halls to Dumbledore’s room.

Sitting up, Albus had summoned the book from where it laid and was enjoying himself. So engrossed was he in the book that he didn’t notice the two holding hands when the entered his bedchamber. Minerva quickly dropped Alvin’s hand and stepped away from the Healer. She was slightly perturbed when she saw the smile creep over the old man’s face. Nothing got past the old fool. She gave a huff and folded her arms across her chest.

“I’ve been elected by your friends and colleagues to be your Healer,” he shookAlbus’s hand, surreptitiously checking the strength of the man’s grip.

“My name Healer Montague but everyone calls me Alvin,” he introduced.

“Then I too shall call you Alvin,” Albus smiled at the Healer. “Was my grip to you liking?”

“Quite good for someone who has been unconscious for such a long time,” Alvin explained as he used his wand to do a diagnosis.

“Which reminds me… where were you off to you old fool? You scared us all silly,” Minerva scolded lovingly.

“I’m sure Severus must have told you I spent quite a bit of time with him. I surmised that he was released from Azkaban when I no longer could find him there. I decided to take a much needed vacation and travel the world and see some old friends. I knew that at my age that I could very have likely killed myself or permanently separated my soul from my body so I decided to enjoy myself while I could.”

“Selfish!” Minerva muttered.

“My dear Minerva, please don’t be angry at me. I did it for Severus. Please believe me when I say I didn’t do it to upset anyone and I’m truly sorry that I worried so many people,” he gave Minerva his best puppy dog eyes.

“Humph, just don’t do it again. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you,” she couldn’t resist his sorrowful look.

“Well, it seems he will be with us for quite some time. All of you vitals are strong and you’re looking good,” Alvin finished.

“I do try to take care of myself,” he ran his fingers through his hair and pulled in his stomach.

“Albus!” Minerva snipped.

Albus ignored Minerva’s reprimand and continued, “If I am ‘looking good’ then why, am I unable to move my legs.”

“You put too much of a strain on you body when you left, causing a stroke,” Alvin explained.

“Oh my, didn’t foresee that. Will I be able to walk again?” he inquired.

“You’re strong and in quite remarkable shape for a man of your years, I see no reason, with a lot of physical therapy, that you shouldn’t be able to run again.”

“At my age I prefer to walk, thank you very much. Now you two lovebirds should leave and let these old bones get some rest,” Albus grinned.

Minerva walked over and patted her mentor’s hand as she leaned over and kissed his cheek, “Old? Never you Albus…never old.”

Alvin walked around the bed and placed his hands on her hip and gently steered her from the bedroom.

Minerva closed the door behind her and placed her hand lovingly on the door. She gave it a few tender taps before she turned her attention to the Healer.

“Are you hungry? Would you like me to fix you something to eat?” she asked.

“I’m famished, but not for food,” Alvin took a predatory step towards Minerva. “I plan on having my fill this morning. If you have any objections you better speak up now for in a few minutes I will not be able to take no for an answer.”

His words sent chills throughout her body and she responded somewhat flustered, “Are you sir trying to seduce me?”

“No. I plan on putting my seed as deep as possible inside you, any objections?”

“I can’t, for the life of me, think of any,” she answered.

She gave a whoop when he lifted her into his arms and carried her to an unoccupied bedroom. With the door locked behind them the two thoroughly explored new and wondrous territories. It was nearly dinner, the next day, before the two were seen leaving their room. Both were sporting equally huge grins.




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