To Teach

Disclaimer: Same as before...

A/N: This chapter was a long time coming, and were it not for my beta, it woud have seriously fallen flat. She beta\'ed about half of the chapter, and I\'ve sent her the other half, because I\'m going to be gone from tomorrow until Tuesday on vacation and I wanted to go ahead and get it up. I will replace it with the beta\'d version when I get back. Many, many thanks to antipyro who\'s little tweak, tweak, spiff, spiff made a mediocre chapter into a great one, folks, this was all her doing.

Phoenix Black: You will find out this chapter how Remus reacts. FINALLY, we have the club scene!! *squees*

marguerite: BDSM means Bondage, Domination (or Discipline), and Sadomachisim.

Missi: There will be more, and here it is!!!

antipyro: As you know, the club scene is a hoot. lol Were it not for you, it would totally be a bore and flat. *hugs you*

wanessa: That last chapter was a bit heavy, but for this one, your wish is my command. *bows*

Morgan LeFay: I think I probably waited too long, but this is a fun chappie. Hope you like!!!

miststalker: *grins* We do not have the first day back at Hogwarts just yet, as far as classes go, but we have the club and SMUT! Wooha! As for revisiting the whole MPREG thing, I probably won\'t in this story, BUT I have a lovely bit of Snarry called \"In My Mind\" that\'s nothing but MPREG with a look into what I think their child would look like.

Angie/Les`: No more angst (hopefully) for this chapter we have a BDSM club and SMUT!! Hooray!!

darkrose12: I can\'t get enough of your reviews. They boost my ego as a writer. lol Here\'s a lovely fun chappie after all of the angst I\'ve been giving you guys.

NightOwl: Firstly, I love your name. Secondly, thanks so much for the review. The story is going back in the direction that I wanted it to from the beginning now. Hope you enjoy this chapter!!!

Laura: It is not finished just yet, but my muse is telling me that it\'s coming to a close. =)





On the Friday morning before classes began, Harry was awakened in his four poster bed some time before dawn. A gentle weight settled on the other side of the bed and slithered close to him, without touching him. Harry opened one eye to see long black hair and a pale face next to him, watching. “Morning, Sev,” he mumbled, turning over and snuggling into the tee shirt covered chest.

“Morning,” Severus sighed happily, slipping his arms around the slighter man.

Both drifted back to sleep, content in the arms of the other. They woke much later in the morning and felt better rested than they had all week. “Have you finished your preparation for the upcoming year?” Severus asked sleepily.

Harry smiled and snuggled deeper into the warmth of his lover. “I have,” he answered. “Are you ready for a trip to the club tonight?”

Severus scowled. “I’d forgotten all about that,” he admitted. “I suppose that I’ll have to firecall Remus and see if he still has the trousers he loaned me when we were going to Orgy almost nightly.”

“Remus loaned you clothes?”

“He did. You don’t think he’d have allowed me to waltz in there wearing my robes, do you?”

Harry laughed at this question. “It’s not like you wouldn’t have fit in if you had!”

After a little more, friendly bantering and even more soft kisses, both men decided to get out of bed and get dressed. They took lunch in Harry’s rooms and spent the day wrapped up in each others arms getting reacquainted. It was just a reassurance for them both that the other was there and would always be. “Sev, why’d you come to my rooms this morning? Was everything okay?” Harry asked. The question was something that he’d puzzled about since he woke up, but he definitely wasn’t complaining.

As soon as the question left Harry’s mouth, Severus’ relaxed, open expression closed off. “Why do you ask?”

Harry shrugged, noticing the shift in his lover’s mood. “No reason, really. I just wanted to make sure that everything was okay. You didn’t have a nightmare, did you?”

Severus sighed and held the younger man tighter. “No, I did not have a nightmare. I just…” The rest of the sentence was lost in the softness of Snape’s tone and the rush in which it came out.

Harry lifted one large, potion stained hand to his mouth and kissed the knuckles. “I didn’t quite get that, Sev.”

Heaving another sigh, Severus repeated his admission. “I was bloody cold in the dungeons and I missed not having you in the bed with me.”

Harry smiled warmly. “I’m glad you came. I’ve missed you since we moved back, too, but I didn’t know how you would feel if I came to you. Any time you need me, you are more than welcome to floo here, you know that.”

Hearing Harry admit that, eased Severus’ mind. He did not know how his young lover would react now that they were back in England. “Have you talked to Remus yet?”

Glad for the change of subject, Severus ran with it. “No, not yet. Do you think that he might want to come with us tonight?”

“You might ask him,” was the reply. “I haven’t seen him in ages, so if he wants to come, that would be fine with me.”

“And what if I plan on keeping you to myself?” Severus purred directly in Harry’s ear.

Feeling the hot breath waft across his ear in combination with that deadly voice caused Harry to shiver. His eyes shut and he replied dreamily, “That would be fine, too, but I don’t foresee Remus sitting idly with us for long, considering who’s going to be there.”

Severus did firecall Remus and the werewolf was overjoyed to hear the invitation to the club. He’d wanted to go back to try to again curry favor with Mistress Khrystal. He hurriedly gathered his clothing and the trousers for Severus before stepping through the floo into the dungeons. Harry sat sprawled out on the couch, completely ready for the trip, dressed in white leather trousers and a faded black tee shirt that read ‘The Sex Pistols’ and was easily two sizes too small. His black dragon hide boots and matching belt finished off his ensemble. Remus ogled him from the fireplace before breaking out in a wide grin. “It’s been too long, Harry,” he said, as Harry got up and hugged him.

“It definitely has, Remus. I’m glad you are coming tonight. We are going to have such a good time!”

The two exchanged pleasantries until Severus walked into the room from the small kitchen. “It’s about bloody time, Lupin!” he said with a smirk.

He handed the cup of tea he was carrying to Harry and thanked Remus for the trousers before saying, “You know where you can change, so get to it. We don’t want to be late.”

Twenty minutes later, Severus stepped out of his room wearing a deep purple silk shirt, the tight black leather trousers Remus loaned him and, of course, his dragon hide boots. Harry licked his lips and rose from his couch. He circled his lover, a feral look in his eyes. “It’s too bad you have to wear this shirt out, Sev. These trousers make your great arse look even better!”

Harry pressed himself against his former professor and pushed his long hair back behind his shoulder. He kissed up the long, pale neck. When he reached the lips, Harry looked into lustful black eyes. “I don’t think I want to go anymore with you looking like this. I’ll have to hurt someone this evening for looking at you, I’m afraid.”

Harry kissed Severus hard. He poured every ounce of love and lust he was feeling at the moment into the kiss. That was the kind of kiss Severus had been waiting on for weeks. He knew Harry’s resolve would finally break, and suddenly, he didn’t feel like going clubbing. A quiet clearing of a throat pulled the two men apart.

“Sorry Remus,” Harry said with a blush.

The werewolf waved him off. “I just didn’t want you two to get too carried away. We still have a night of clubbing to get in before we get to all of that stuff,” he added with a wink.

The men aparated to the club and Harry confidently strode to the large black man who was guarding the door. The line of people trying to get into the club stretched about twenty meters, but Harry broke in line. “Evening Kingsley! I believe Mistress Khrystal is expecting us.”

Kingsley Shacklebolt’s expression changed immediately from boredom to recognition and he smiled. “Harry! It’s good to see you out again! Severus, Remus it’s great to see you both back at the club. Please, step right on in!”

He clapped Harry on the back as the three men walked in, the waiting patrons all groaned as the three war veterans were granted immediate access.

The club was dark except for the black lights hanging every couple of meters throughout the club and the flashing lights on the dance floor. Cages hung from the ceiling at various intervals and all had men or women in them, all obviously subs, dancing. There were men and women throughout the club in various states of undress, some being led along on leashes while others sat at their ‘masters’ feet on what appeared to be bean bags. There were also manacles on the wall and hanging from the ceiling, some in use by patrons who enjoyed being shackled, others empty, and still others being used by people enjoying various different forms of humiliation and abuse.

Fred, George, and Bill were standing near the bar people watching when the trio walked up. The twins were exuberantly telling Harry about their new line of trick quills and parchment when Bill pointed out something none of them thought they’d ever see. Draco Malfoy stood near the front of the club, his wrists shackled above his head, in a pair of manacles that hung from the ceiling. Millicent Bulstrode was alternating between tickling him with a feather and lashing him across the back with what appeared to be a leather leash. Fred, George, and Bill excused themselves to get a better look at the goings on across the club.

Remus, Severus, and Harry finally ordered their drinks as they all looked for Mistress Khrystal. Harry was the first to find her, gazing down from the catwalk above the dance floor. Their eyes locked and she smirked. In a blink she was standing beside Harry, looking down her nose at the three in a superior way.

She looked exquisite. She wore a deep blue corseted dress that made her meager breasts look full and voluptuous. The skirt had a slit up both sides almost to her hips. She carried not only her Chihuahua, Kali, but also a short riding crop. Her long curly brown hair had been charmed black and short, just under her chin, with bangs. No one could possibly know that it was Hermione Granger with the glamour she was wearing. Her eyes, instead of being their usual warm brown, were a pale gray. Her nose was slightly smaller and her lips were large and pouty.

Harry immediately fell to his knees and Remus stepped over and did the same. “Mistress Khrystal, I live to fulfill your every desire,” both men said.

Hermione chuckled. Both hardened warriors were on their knees in front of her eyes downcast in submissive poses. She loved that Harry still remembered the line she required all who approached her to recite.

She motioned for them both to rise with her riding crop and kissed Harry on the cheek in greeting. Remus kissed the back of her hand as he had done every time he’d approached her in the past. She swept by both subservient men and took Severus’ arm, who stood when she approached. “Shall we go to my office, gentlemen?”

Harry and Remus trailed behind the two as Hermione led them to her office. Once inside she settled little Kali on her silk bed and moved to the chair in front of the large window overlooking the club. Severus chose the other leather chair and pulled Harry into his lap, leaving Remus to sit on the pouf in the floor near Mistress Khrystal.

“It’s been a while since you have been to my club, Harry,” she said in a condescending tone.

“My apologies, Mistress,” Harry replied. “I have not been in public much, not even to go and see my friends.”

“Would you like a drink? I know that Severus prefers brandy and Remus here drinks firewhiskey. Harry?”

“Scotch, if you’ve got it,” he said, snuggling up to Severus.

The three men had a pleasant conversation with Mistress Khrystal, with her gently running her perfectly manicured nails through Remus’ hair. A short while later, as they were walking back out into the club, she stopped Harry. “Is there any particular song you’d like to dance to tonight?”

He smirked. “I would be satisfied with whatever my mistress wants me to dance to.”

Both young people knew that Harry had a weird obsession with Nine Inch Nails, so she smiled and replied, “I’ll go have Lee put something on for you. Severus, you will dance with him, won’t you?”

“As you wish,” he replied.

Years before Hermione had mastered her animagus form and turned into a humming bird, flying over to Lee. She changed back and spoke into his ear. When the next song came on, Harry began to laugh even as Hermione gestured to the floor from the raised dais. Spot lights trained on the couple, even as the black lights made Harry’s white pants glow, both men blushed slightly.

The beat thrummed through their bodies and Harry and Severus made their way into the throng of writhing bodies on the floor. It had been a long time since either had been in such a public place, but with the provocative lyrics of the song, it didn’t take long until both men were lost in the music.

The pair moved in sync around the open space made just for them. Harry’s undulations around Severus’ body were answered by his strong possessive holds and firm grasp around Harry’s waist, neck, and torso. Leather clad lower bodies rubbed and undulated as hands roamed over arms and chests and backs. The crowd was awed at the grinding gyrations and how each partner took advantage of the others’ moves. The dance, while totally spontaneous seemed naturally rehearsed to perfection. Eyes locked from the moment they began dancing, Severus only broke the contact to taste the delectable neck presented to him. Harry moaned into his lover’s ear and his cock hardened impossibly.

Severus bit down on the neck he’d been sucking and Harry tightened his hold around his waist. Harry knew the song was about to end and kissed his lover. Only when they parted did either take note of the wild applause and cat calls from every other patron in the club. Lee grabbed the microphone and yelled, “Ladies and gentlemen, tonight’s entertainment has been brought to you directly from Mistress Khrystal herself, now, let’s dance!!”

The music began again and as the two made their way off the floor, they were clapped on the back by various patrons and others stopped them long enough to comment on how hot they looked.

A few former Hogwarts students recognized the two men dancing and amidst the astonished stares, several of them, including Draco Malfoy being led around on his leash approached them. “Uncle Severus,” he drawled, “in all of my life, I would not have thought I’d see you of all people dancing like some sex starved deviant.”

Snape just rolled his eyes. “And I would not believe that I would ever see you being led around by your cock by Ms. Bulstrode, so I suppose we are even.”

Harry was busy talking to Bill and one of the twins about his and Severus’ dancing, so he missed the exchange between Snape and Malfoy. In no time at all, Remus and Mistress Khrystal were sitting with the two in a booth in the back of the club. The four stayed there pretty much all night, save for the few dances that Remus and his mistress had.

At the end of the night, she asked the three men to stay while she locked up and counted down the bar. Kingsley reappeared by her and smiled. “Good night tonight, Hermione?”

Remus almost fell off of his bar stool at the question. She grinned cheekily at the retired auror and then at her friend. “It’s getting better every night, Kingsley.”

The werewolf was still speechless when Hermione dropped her glamour. “Hermione?” he asked as he reached out and touched her hair.

“It’s me, Remus. It’s always been me.”

Harry chuckled at the blond man’s dumbfounded expression. “Why the glamours?”

“No one would believe that Hermione Granger, former Hogwarts Head Girl and Gryffindor know-it-all, could possibly be the owner of the hottest BDSM club in all of wizarding England. It keeps me anonymous. It doesn’t sully my reputation. Besides you three, Kingsley is the only person that works for me who knows who I am. I suppose it’s just easier this way,” she answered with a long suffering sigh. “I’m not going on about that tonight, though. I’ve got other plans. Kingsley, can you lock up for me?”

She’d already made her way around the bar and taken Remus’ hand. “Thanks, Lovie!” she said over her shoulder to the large black man.

Before the werewolf knew what had happened, he was being led from the club. The three left behind just laughed. “Remus is so in for it,” Harry said with a smile. “He really should have been careful what he wished for.”

Severus leaned over and whispered in Harry’s ear, “You should be careful tonight yourself.”

Harry shuddered at that voice. Kingsley just laughed and waved them both out of the club.

They made it back to Hogwarts in record time. Instead of making their way down to the dungeons, the two men chose Harry’s quarters because they were closer.

The portrait opened as they approached and Harry found himself pressed against the wall as they entered. Severus’ kiss was hungry. It had been weeks since they’d been intimate and neither realized just how much they missed it.

“God you were so hot on that dance floor,” Harry whispered as Severus nipped at his neck. “You were like sex personified.”

As Harry attacked Severus’ collarbone with his tongue the other man moaned. “I wanted to take you right there, Harry.”

The green eyed man only hummed his approval as he moved up the alabaster column of neck before him and nibbled on an earlobe. Harry rubbed his painful erection against his partner’s leg. “My cock has been hard for you since we left. The only thing I want more than to see you in those pants again is to watch you take them off.”

Severus pulled Harry’s face close to his and kissed him as he pulled them both to the bedroom. They stumbled into the room in a tangle of long limbs and wet, sloppy kisses. Severus fell back onto the bed and pulled Harry on top of him. Emotions were running high in both men, and when their eyes locked Harry opened his mouth. Severus silenced him with a single finger and three words. “I want you.”

Harry came undone. Even knowing Severus’ past, Harry was more than willing to accommodate his lover. He reverently opened each button on the silk shirt, kissing the exposed skin, sucking and marking it. He reveled in the taste of his lover, his scent, and his scars. When it finally appeared that Severus was losing himself to the sensations, to the love he was feeling, Harry moved to unbutton the trousers.

He slowly lowered the zip taking pleasure in the needy sounds his love made. When Severus’ cock sprang free, Harry looked up in surprise. “Naughty Sev,” he said gruffly before taking the organ into his mouth. The keening noise that erupted from Severus’ throat unhindered almost drove Harry over the edge. He worked his lover’s cock with his mouth for a few moments before wordlessly calling for his phial of oil.

The smell of sandalwood, patchouli, and rose filled Severus’ ecstasy fogged mind as Harry tipped the vial. He spread it out on his hand and gently began to prepare the pale man above him. By the third finger, Severus’ brain had again shut down. He lived only for the pleasure his lover was giving him at that precise moment. Then and there, it was only the two of them and the moment they were sharing.

When Harry entered him, inch by painfully slow inch, Severus forgot every painful memory he’d ever been forced to make with Lucius. This was about his pleasure, only his, and at that moment, Harry was still. He wiggled his hips and made an impatient noise. Harry laughed and began to move slowly.

He took the large hands fisted into the soft cotton sheets and twined their fingers together. Harry wanted nothing more than for Severus to feel the love he had in his heart. He kissed the bony knuckles and looked deeply into the black eyes of his lover.

Harry leaned down, bringing both of their arms above their heads, and kissed his lover slowly, deeply. The urgency that was there in the beginning was gone. Both could feel their magic build with their orgasms. It started slowly as Harry leaned in flush with Severus’ body, the friction of their movements sweetly tormenting the engorged cock between them. Harry’s pace quickened, sensing his lover’s impending release.

Leaning up and releasing one hand, Harry took Severus’ now weeping prick into his free hand. He looked into the onyx eyes that he loved so much and kissed each finger that was entwined with his as he fisted Severus’ member.

Watching Harry, coupled with the delicious friction on his cock, was too much for Severus. His whole body tensed, back arching off of the bed, as he moaned loudly, coming all over Harry’s hand and his own stomach. Harry followed, repeating Severus name over and over throughout his climax.

Collapsing on top of his lover, Harry lay there for some time, listening to the erratic heartbeat in Severus’ chest. He knew he needed to move, but did not want to break the moment. Finally Severus ran his fingers through Harry’s tangled hair and whispered, “That was like nothing I have ever experienced.”

Harry pushed himself up and looked at his love. With a smile he answered, “I know, me either.”

A couple of quick cleansing spells later and a bit of rearranging found both men in each other’s arms and on the verge of sleep. They didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but they did know that if they faced it together, then they would be alright.