To Teach

Disclaimer:The characters in this story are all JK Rowling\'s. I don\'t own a single one. I\'m borrowing them for a little debauchery, then, I\'ll give them back.


DarkRose12: I\'m so glad you found me!! YAY!! You have my heartfelt thanks for your compliments. There will definately be more smut coming up, but it could be a few chapters. Definately more plot twists *grins* and possibly all hell breaking loose. Hee!! I won\'t tell if you aren\'t a good little student, so your secret is safe with me.

Hope: Hope you rock!! Loved the review!! LOL!

Phoenix: That chapter was blessedly torturous for me to write. Capturing what those two were doing in my *intensly vivid imagination* was heaven and hell. I can\'t type fast e-damn-hough!! LOL!!

Relicwitch: Hope your cold shower was a good one! LOL! No smut this chappie, but I promise soon. We\'ll have to see what happens in this one to see if you\'re right about the uncertainty or humor!!

A/N: I know I promised the birthday party last time, but Ara, my muse, made me break it into 2 chapters. *sighs* I\'m at the bidding of a very fickle mermaid.

Last time:

In three strokes, lights flashed before Harry’s eyes. He screamed his lover’s name as wave after wave of pleasure enveloped him in a mind blowing orgasm. Snape quickly followed as he felt he young lover spill his seed all over his hand. The magic between them crackled with the sudden release of the men.

The two lay there basking in the afterglow, spooning and trying to catch their breath. The smell of sex and sweat, mingled with cinnamon and soap in the room. “Harry,” his lover purred.

“Yes, Satan?” The young man answered back.

Severus sat there for a moment. “Satan?”

Harry rolled over and grinned wickedly at his lover. He put his hand on his face and said, “What you did to me was sinful, absolutely sinful. You have the mouth of Lucifer himself. I’ll still be having that orgasm tomorrow afternoon.”

Laughing, he kissed the young green eyed man next to me. “I can only hope so, Love. For now, we should get a bit of sleep. I’ve a feeling tomorrow is going to be more than we both can handle.”

Harry rolled over enough to pull the cover down and get under it. He kissed Snape and sighed contentedly. “We can worry about that tomorrow.”

With that, he cuddled up next to the older man and felt his arms wrap around his body. “Indeed we can, Harry, indeed we can.”





Sometime after daylight Harry stretched languidly and pulled the cover over his head. In just a few minutes Severus brought a tray of pumpkin juice and pancakes with a vase in the left hand corner holding a single white rose from the garden. He chuckled at the sight that met him. He could see Harry’s messy hair and the tips of the fingers of his left hand sticking out of the top of the duvet. “Good morning, Sleepy,” the older man cooed.

Harry pulled the comforter down revealing one eye. He lifted the one eyebrow that could be seen at his breakfast. “It’s almost noon, Harry. Are you sure you don’t want something to eat?”

Groaning he pulled the cover down and sat up. “I suppose I should eat something, huh.”

Sitting the tray down in Harry’s lap, Snape sat on the edge of the bed. The younger man grinned as he took a bite of his pancake. Through the mouthful of food he asked, “What are the chances that everyone will forget to come today and we can spend all afternoon and evening in here?”

It was Sev’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “Do you really think that meddling old coot will miss a chance to come annoy us now that he knows what he knows?”

Sighing Harry answered, “I know. He just can’t leave well enough alone.” He took another bite. “I guess I’ll get up and find something nice to wear for when everyone comes. What are you going to wear?”

Severus gave him an indignant look. “Is what I’m wearing not acceptable?”

Rolling his eyes, the still sleepy wizard answered, “No, your lab robes are not acceptable. Have you got a red silk shirt maybe? Personally, I’m not bothering with robes today. I think I’m going to wear my gray cotton Polo with my black trousers.”

Scowling, the older man answered, “I don’t own anything red, and I never will.”

Harry smirked. “Imagine that! Well, what about something other than black? When you change, just remember it’s my birthday.”

The younger man gave his lover a mock pout as he finished his breakfast. “I’m going to go ahead and shower and get ready I suppose.”

An hour later, Harry was pacing in from of the hearth in the sitting room wearing a pale blue silk shirt with his trousers instead of the gray cotton one. His hair was pulled back in a low ponytail and held with a small platinum clasp.

“Knut for your thoughts?”

Harry stopped and looked at the older wizard leaned up against the door with his ankles crossed and arms crossed across his chest. Scratching his forehead, the younger of the two answered, “Just nervous, I suppose. I haven’t seen any of the Weasley’s since I killed Voldemort, and it’s been longer since I’ve seen Hermione. What if they are only coming because Dumbledore is making them? You know, I’ve not been a very good friend lately.”

Snape waved the last comment off. “They are all coming over here because they are your family, Harry. You’ve known them for over ten years. None of them will care how long it’s been since you spoke with them. Just watch.”

The reassurance from his lover made Harry smile. “I hope so,” he said as he started pacing again.

Severus rolled his eyes and walked over to the couch. “Am I going to have to put you in a full body bind? Stop pacing!”

Flashing a grimace the older man’s way, Harry threw himself into the chair beside the hearth and started to crack his knuckles. With a growl, Severus picked up his book and looked at the youth once more before he began to read.

At promptly 3PM, Dumbledore and Minerva stepped through the floo followed by Arthur and Molly Weasley, Bill and Charlie, the twins, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione. Dumbledore shook Harry’s hand and wished him a happy birthday. He hugged Minerva, shook all of the older male Weasley’s hands, and was given a big hug by Ginny. Molly put her hands on his shoulders and appraised him before hugging him tightly. “Harry, dear, you look wonderful, so much better than last time I saw you.”

She raised an eyebrow at his ponytail. Harry grinned. “I’m keeping it.” Is all that he said.

Hermione waited with Ron patiently for the exchange smiling at her friend. The taller red head grabbed his friend in a bone crushing hug as soon as his mother stepped away. “Mate, it’s been far too long. How have you been?”

Harry shrugged. “Until Dumbledore hid me away here I was not doing too well, but honestly, this place is so amazing. It’s peaceful and serene, and away from everything. I think I needed a vacation from life and this has been perfect.”

Hermione poked Ron in the side as he hugged Harry again. “Oi!” He said as he jumped away from her.

The brunette just giggled and turned her attentions to Harry. He smiled warmly.

“Hermione, always the picture of beauty, how’ve you been?”

The young witch beamed at her friend. “Things have been busy, honestly. It’s rather nice to be able to run my club without fear of Voldemort or his Death Eaters. Business has been good, too! It seems that now that there is nothing to worry about, people lose themselves in the music.”

The twins were standing behind Hermione and practically pushed her out of the way when she finished. Harry held out his hand and was met by an arm full of Fred and George. They stepped back and George appraised the raven-haired man. He made a fake sniffle before wiping a non-existent tear and said to his brother, “Look Fred, our little dark haired brother is all grown up! He’s even taken a parchment out of Bill’s book and grown a ponytail!”

All of the young adults laughed at the display and turned to the elders. Ron shook Severus’ hand in greeting, though he still did not really like the man. Hermione, on the other hand, surprised everyone when she hugged him and said, “Severus, you are looking quite dashing today! I take it Dumbledore sent you here to keep Harry out of trouble?”

A look of surprise covered his face at her display before he could school his features back to their usual indifferent mask. He thanked her for the compliment before getting as far away as he could, finding something very interesting on the other side of Minerva.

The ‘kids’ all sat in the sitting room catching up while the elders all walked out the front door to admire the grounds.

Ron sat on one end of the couch with Harry on the other. Hermione took up residence in Harry\'s lap with her head tucked under his chin and one hand grasped firmly between both of hers. The twins grabbed the chairs on either side of the couch.

“So Harry,” Ron asked, “what are you doing here?”

Harry was absentmindedly stroking Hermione’s long hair when he answered, “Dumbledore sent Severus and me here for the summer. I had to write a stupid parchment to get my stuff to teach. I guess he figured that the peace and quiet would be what I’d need to concentrate or something.”

Ron snorted. “Oh, yeah, alone with Snape is exactly what anyone needs…maybe to kill themselves!”

Harry laughed. “Actually, this place is Sev’s. You’d be surprised how easy it is in a castle as big as this to not see the other person for hours on end. Besides, Sev really isn’t that bad, if you give him a chance.”

Hermione giggled. “You’re calling him Sev?” She asked.

She lifted her head and Harry looked her in the eye. “What’s wrong with me calling him Sev?”

Her eyes twinkled as she pursed her lips. “Nothing.”

Harry rolled his eyes at his friend and she put her head on his shoulder and whispered for only him to hear, “I know who the lucky bloke is now.”

He blushed as Fred asked, “So, what are you going to be teaching next year?”

“Defense against the Dark Arts. That’s rather appropriate, don’t you think?”

The conversation continued like this for some time until the older witches and wizards made their way back in. Severus scowled as he saw Hermione perched in Harry’s lap with his hand between hers. His scowl deepened as he watched his lover absently caress her wild mane. It was very obvious to him that they had been lovers. Had he known better, he’d swear that they still were.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and the conversation abruptly stopped as all eyes fell on him. “I do believe it’s time to start the party, what do you think, Harry?”

The young man smiled at Albus and readily agreed. His smile faded a bit as he noticed the look on his lovers face. Oh shit! What’s wrong with him? Harry thought to himself.

As the younger adults extricated themselves from the comfortable furniture and made their way to the formal dining room, Hermione took Harry’s arm. She leaned into him and smiled. “I’ve really missed you Harry. Happy birthday.”


A/N2: I bet you are all wondering if I\'m going to tell you where the title of chapter 19 came from: \"Nothing Like a Blowjob in the Morning\". Well, it\'s the title of a song by the rude, crude and socially unacceptable David Allen Coe. No one should listen to any of his \'underground\' songs, unless you like something to offend everyone!! LOL! So, since no one go it, I guess I won\'t have a special character, but I\'ll leave this plate of virtual cookies for you guys. Enjoy!!