Who Knew?

Disclaimer: The characters and places of this story are the property of J.K. Rowling. I only create the situations they find themselves in during this story. I make no money from this writing – it is strictly for amusement!

WARNINGS: TEACHER/STUDENT, MINOR, AWKWARD SEX ED TALK

Chapter 4: Dark Admissions

A week had passed since Harry had spent a relaxed evening watching television with Draco. Harry had never been allowed the freedom to watch whatever he pleased, and had actually enjoyed the company, that is, until Snape arrived. Harry had made a quick excuse about needing to leave, and Snape, who had not looked thrilled upon arrival, had just as quickly agreed. Harry had not seen either again. But on a more upbeat note, the Dursleys had finalized their holiday plans, complete with leaving Harry with ‘Minnie’ for the entire month. Due to the drought, Harry only had minimal lawn care assigned to him. He tried his hardest to appear sad as he waved to the Dursleys while they pulled away from the drive. The moment the car was out of sight Harry set out on the most direct path to the Wisteria Way house, leaping hedges, and disregarding walk ways.

“So, have the tyrants departed?” McGonagall could not suppress her smile as Harry bound through the garden door.

“Oh man! This is great! So, will I get to go to Hogwarts, or Grimmauld Place?” Harry asked enthusiastically.

“No,” McGonagall said flatly, raising an eyebrow at Harry’s deflated expression. “No, but all is not lost. Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger will be here later this afternoon. As will Lupin, Professor Snape, and Headmaster Dumbledore. Everyone is eager to see you. Lupin has asked for an opportunity to talk with you before the summer festivities get underway. Miss Granger and I will be taking Mr. Weasley for an afternoon of sightseeing. Oh, don‘t look so miserable! One day out of an entire month is not going to kill you.”

*****

“I appreciate your staying behind to visit with me, Harry,” Remus said as they closed the door and stepped into the living room.

Professors Snape and Dumbledore had departed to the Study to discuss Order Business. Professor McGonagall, Hermione, and Ron had been gone for a couple of hours already. Remus had expected a small war when Harry’s friends found he would not be going with them. ‘The Golden Trio, it’s almost spooky the way they watch over each other,’ Remus mused, walking deeper into the room. He could not help but notice the way Harry went directly to the tray of tea and scones Winky had left on the table. Not in a way that would call into question his manners, most people in fact would just say something about growing teen-age boys always being hungry. But Remus knew it was exactly that - Harry was always hungry, and had been his entire life! It was a trait with which Remus was all too familiar.

“Have you given any thought as to your life after Hogwarts?” he asked as Harry chose to sit on the floor so he could better utilize the coffee table. Harry looked slightly pained as he watched his father’s friend take a seat on the sofa, across the table from him.

“Oh, yeah, some. I want to be an Auror… Or maybe play professional Quidditch!” Harry laughed.

“Hmm… You could do both. Quidditch would be a good cover for an Auror, and it pays well, better than an Auror. It would provide a more comfortable environment for your later years.”

“So I wouldn’t end up like Moody?!”

“Yes, quite right! But actually Harry, there is another matter I would like to talk to you about. I know your aunt and uncle are poor role models, but have you given any thought to a family?”

“You mean like a wife and kids?” Normally he would not have spoken with his mouth full, but Harry suddenly found the scone too dry to swallow.

“Exactly.”

“No. Not really. Not at all, actually. I mean, I’ve only dated one girl, if you could even call it that. Umm…”
The tea did not seem to be helping Harry’s mouthful of scone go down any easier.

“You’ll soon turn 17 and be of age in our world. Many girls have dreamt of you, turning you into the proverbial Prince Charming. I imagine soon they will start trying to get your attention, that is to say, wanting to be more than “just friends”. There may even be those who use their craft against you – to prey on your sense of fairness and decency. You must be prepared before you enter into an intimate situation.”

“Oh! In the muggle world we have condoms. I think I understand where you’re going with this,” Harry said, blushing and wondering if that lump in his throat might be a stuck scone.

“Harry have you ever used a shrinking hex, or an enlargement charm?”

“Um…Yeah.”

“Or a dissolution spell?” Harry nodded, remembering when he dissolved a rubber ball in Professor Flitwick’s class.

“All those have the same effect on the muggle forms of pregnancy prevention, thereby rendering them useless in our world. There are potions available for both males and females. These should be used before engaging in sexual activities and they are available from several sources at Hogwarts. Speak to Madame Pomfrey. By now you know she doesn’t ask too many questions, and keeps her silence regarding her patients.”

“Whew! When you said potions I was afraid you were going to tell me to go to Snape!” Harry nervously joked. There was an awkward silence from Remus.

“Harry, I know you don’t like him, but he is available to you. He is the other main source. In fact, it is he who makes the potions. Professor Dumbledore says that Severus provides almost as much of the potion to the students as Madame Pomfrey and also maintains a strict silence regarding this matter. He does, however, alert Madame Pomfrey as to whom and what has been dispensed in case problems arise latter on.”

Harry knew the importance of this conversation and he had heard the talk last year in his own dorm, conversations between Seamus and Dean about their own adventures. There had always been the juicy gossip among the older boys. He knew that Fred and George Weasley had already had girl friends move in and out of their house, and they had only been out of school for a little over a year. Yes, he did in fact realize that the situation might arise and he certainly did not like the thought of marching up to Madame Pomfrey ‘Excuse me, but I am going to be having sex tonight… NO! Definitely not! I would never be able to face Professors McGonagall or Dumbledore again.’

“Could – could you… You know…”

“I could but I won’t. You need to overcome this uncomfortable awkwardness with those who care about you, people such as Madame Pomfrey, Professor Dumbledore, and Professor McGonagall.”

‘Are you a Legilimens? Stay out of my head,’ thought Harry.

“Don’t even think about asking Hermione,” Remus had continued.

“There is no room for inexperience in this matter. A child conceived under a botched potion will be severely and permanently affected!” Not certain that he had stressed the dangers well enough, Remus softened his tone anyway and went on, “Other than Madame Pomfrey and Severus, the other house heads, as well as Madame Hooch will have the potions readily available. But you must ask – BEFORE HAND! It is a more complicated process after the fact, and is only dealt with at St. Mungo’s. Even with her medical expertise, Madame Pomfrey will not attempt these procedures.”

“Madame Hooch?” Harry questioned.

“Come now, Harry! You have been on the house team for six years. You know full well how high emotions can run after a game. You have seen the party atmosphere of the common room after a victory. You’ve seen it first hand. You have been in the very middle of it! I observed that when I was your professor. It was the same when I attended Hogwarts.”

Harry remembered hearing Oliver Wood making plans with the twins after games, fine tuning the when, where, and ‘somebody’s coming’ signals. There had been a few scenes between Cho and Cedric before they could get away from their house mates. Harry had never wondered at the older boys’ absences after a game, he knew they were spending time with their girlfriends. He only now realized why nobody ever really tried to include them in the festivities. There had never been a girl there for Harry, though. It was always Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. Harry toyed with another scone for several silent moments. He could feel Remus watching him.

“Remus, do you think I’m gay?” ask Harry hesitantly, afraid of what he might see in Remus’ eyes.

“What?”

“Well, I mean, I’ve only had the one girl friend and she started and ended that relationship. Umm, we only kissed a few times, I didn’t know what to do – she kissed me – nothing came to me - ‘naturally’, you know?”

“Were you attracted to her?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Have you felt that way toward a man?”

Harry thought back to secretly watching Snape as he dressed, and tried to speak, only to find that his throat had stopped working completely! He could not speak, breath, or swallow.

“Uh ha… I see,” said Remus softly. “Harry, have you had an intimate relationship with a man?”

Harry thought back to the few times he had slept in the same bed as Ron. He had felt comfortable, but nothing had happened. He remembered the men’s locker room during Quidditch season, how comfortable he was changing and showering with his male teammates, but nothing had happened. Then he remembered the time he slipped into the prefects’ bathroom to enjoy a few indulgent minutes in that incredible tub. Draco had come in, stripped and entered the tub before Harry was aware of his presence. He clearly recalled the frightened unsure look in Draco’s eyes…the way his hand shook as he touched Harry’s scar; He remembered how thankful he was for the rich thick bubbles and how he hoped Draco would not move any closer and create a REALLY awkward situation. He could still feel the calluses on Draco’s hands as he slid his hand across Harry’s shoulder and down his arm until he was holding Harry’s hand. But nothing had happened – only because Myrtle and the mermaid started giggling.

“Oh. Ok, I understand,” Remus said empathetically reading the panic and flush on Harry’s face. ‘Who,’ he wondered, somewhat jealously. “Well, there is a conception causing potion that a man can use to become pregnant by another man. Undoubtedly there are men who would resort to such actions for the same reasons as the young women. The male conception preventative potion will effectively counter it though. But you truly must understand that dealing with male conception is much more complicated than with women. You must take no chances until you and your partner are in a committed relationship. Do you understand what I am telling you?”

“Wh- Oh, yeah! Remus, I’ve not had… that kind of, um… thing, yet. I mean… umm… I’ve come closer with a guy than… well…” Harry nervously trailed off not knowing how to finish. “I’m just really confused about my feelings!”

“That is quite normal for your age. It is also complicated by the fact that the Weasley family is the only decent family you have ever known, and also the fact that most of the caring adults in your life chose to forego marriage and children. But don’t equate that choice with not loving or caring or having satisfying and fulfilling intimate relationships. Harry, if you were to choose a male partner it would be accepted by those of us who love and care for you. We would not think any differently of you for your choice. By ‘us’ I mean myself, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Madame Pomfrey, the Weasley family and I’m certain that Hermione would be included. And it may surprise you to know this, but Severus would also belong to this group.”

As the front door banged open announcing the group’s return, Harry was left wondering just what it was that Remus seemed to be hiding. Granted, he was relieved to be spared from further discussion on the matter. ‘Not all the pieces of this puzzle have been put on the table. How important is it? Is it about Snape? Was this conversation arranged or just suspicious coincident?’ Then a more somber thought crept in, ‘Draco! Has something happened? Maybe he’s said something to someone - someone of authority. Snape?’ As his friends bounded into the room laughing and joking about their ‘adventures’ Harry searched Remus’ strained face, the apprehensive way Remus was almost perched on the edge of the sofa, the intensity of emotion in his eyes, but he knew that his father’s werewolf friend had no intentions of continuing. Remus was even more uncomfortable in groups than he was.

‘Oh Harry! If only your father or Sirius were here! They could tell you about their relationship and perhaps ease your anxiety over this. They might tell you of Lily’s relationship and the questions that surfaced as a result. It would explain so much to you! But it’s not my place to reveal their secrets. Not yet, at least’ Remus thought sadly.

*******

Ginny was happy to know that Harry would not be spending the summer alone, and strangely relieved that he would not be spending it with her family, without her. She was beginning to feel that time was twisting away from her, though.

She had observed the exchanges between Snape and Draco and knew that there was more than student/mentor relationship developing. Her intuition told her neither man was gay. She also knew about Draco’s arranged marriage to Pansy. Pansy had made sure the whole school knew it. While spending a few days with her family, a surprise holiday from Snape, she overheard Dumbledore talking with her parents. Whatever was going on with Draco involved his wish to avoid his father. The relationship between Snape and Draco might be sexual but she doubted that it was exclusive. And the summer was sliding by. Ginny made her decision, now or never, all or nothing.

Monday morning, as Ginny made her way to her private defense lesson with Snape, she wondered if any of her friends would recognize her, oh, they would recognize their clothes. Her top was a green button down left by one of the guys, sleeves rolled up, top three buttons undone, the waist was rolled up and tied around her ribs, revealing her flat midriff. Her skirt was a low-riding, pleated style in black denim, it stopped just above mid-thigh, revealing a newly acquired belly button ring. The heels of her shoes were a bit higher than she preferred but they did set off her legs nicely.

Upon entering the dungeon, Ginny sensed rather than saw Snape. Trying to appear unaware of his presence, she removed her robe and carelessly tossed it over a desk. To which she was rewarded with a strangled choking sound from the area of Snape’s desk. ‘Oh well, here goes,’ Ginny thought to herself as she fumbled a collection of papers she was supposed to give to Snape for evaluation. Papers scattered down most of the length of the room, floating under the cupboard, desks and chairs. ‘All right Severus; it’s your turn now. What’ll it be,’ she thought while dropping to her hands and knees to set about retrieving her papers. As she crawled forward and stretched under a desk she heard a very solid sounding thump from the same area as before. ‘Was that your chin perhaps?’ She knew he could see the lower curves of her arse in this position, but wasn’t sure what else he could see. She wondered if she was having the desired effect. but decided against looking, as she heard Snape striding across the class room, rapidly. She had gathered most of the papers, when she heard him take a deep breath. ‘That sounds like a lecture on the way.’ She turned on her knees and discovered that he had been much closer to her than she had first thought. At the same time she heard someone else enter the dungeon. A muffled snickering caused Snape to turn sharply.

“Severus, I’ll see you later. It’s not important,” Draco smirked, pulling the door closed as he left.

“Miss Weasley -”

“I thought formalities were unnecessary during the summer.”

“Do not interrupt me! I will not tolerate this level of behavior from you!”

“Excuse me, Sir?”

“Exactly what, pray tell, do you believe you are doing?”

“When I came in you startled me, and I dropped the papers you wanted handed in today. I was attempting to gather them so I could do as you wish… Hand them in. Would you rather I left them on the floor?”

“Yes! No! Why are you dressed this way? What bizarre ideas have found their way into your normally sane manner of thinking this summer?” Snape knew that he was dangerously close to losing control of this situation.

“How would you know how I dress away from school? You have never seen me away from my family during the summer. You have only seen me conforming to the manner of person the school dictates I should be or conforming to the expectations of my family. You did not see me at all during the summer I spent with Hermione, so you have no idea of who I really am!” The force with which she had delivered her address had caused her chest to rise and fall heavily, resulting in her straining nipples brushing across Snape’s thighs.

“From now on, when you enter my class rooms you will keep your robe on at all times! Do I make myself perfectly clear?” Snape almost shouted at Ginny, looking down into her eyes. ‘Bloody Hell! When did she develop into a woman?’ He wondered, noticing the swell of her breasts displayed by the open buttons. How had one simple turn closed the distance he had been careful to leave between them, and was she close enough to notice his erection through his robes?

“Yes Sir. VERY… Clear,” Ginny said with a shockingly brilliant smile.

“Instruction for today is canceled. Leave!”

Ginny had the distinct impression that Snape was afraid to look away from her eyes. To her knowledge, he had never before held this prolonged eye contact with any of the female students. ‘Fear! It’s his control…Turn it on him! He’s only trying to intimidate me. Intimidation – don’t break eye contact!’ She returned his glare with a milder one of her own as she placed her hands on the outside of his knees and started moving them up his legs. She could feel the muscles tightening under her touch. Ginny would have been at a loss to describe the expression in the glare cast down at her. Snape’s normally glistening black eyes seemed to light from a fire burning within. The hardness of his glare had slipped into something more along the lines of intensity, and the intimidating effect was looking more like a challenge. Her hands reached his narrow hips spurring him to test his voice, perhaps it had not been working before.

“Miss Weasley, I told you to leave my class room. This is not a rhetorical statement. LEAVE!”

Part of Ginny’s brain registered the warning of impending danger - the normally deep voice had become impossibly deep, the carrying voice that could marshal the attention of a chaotic class, was now barely audible to an audience of one straining listener, and the voice she once would have described as cool black silk had morphed into warmed black leather - this part of her brain, however, had been beaten into submission by old fashioned lust. With her hands clutching his hips she pressed her peaked breasts against his thighs and rubbed her cheek across the bulge at his crotch… and felt him tremble. With a renewed confidence, she placed a firm kiss on the straining bulge as her hands drifted toward –

“Severus! Dobby just told me that my father is on the grounds,” yelled an extremely alarmed Draco, as he charged into the room.

“Bloody, fucking hell! The arrogance of that self-important, deranged bastard never ceases to amaze me,” hissed Snape, as he yanked himself away from a stunned, open mouthed Ginny. Hastily pulling his robes across his chest he turned to the young man with instructions. “I will intercept him near the entrance. Both of you loose yourselves in the library until Dobby comes for you.” He was headed from the room before he had finished speaking.


By the time Snape reached the entrance to the castle, Lucius Malfoy had been snared by a particularly hospitable McGonagall and was being lead into a sitting room Snape had never noticed before.

“Ah, Lucius, my friend, I trust all is well?” Snape extended his left arm in greeting to the formidable blond.

“Severus, my brother,” drawled Lucius as each man grasped the other’s left forearm. “Well indeed, yes. This is fortunate. I had hoped to visit with you, once I had conducted my business on behalf of the Board of Governors.”

“Actually, I was on my way to inform the Headmaster I would be taking my two assistants on a field test. I suppose I could delay my departure. Draco and Miss Weasley have their instructions and should be relatively safe in my absence for a brief period. That is, assuming that this visit with me is of importance, as opposed to a social call.”

“To me, it is of the utmost importance, as it concerns Draco. Really, this should only take a moment, if you would be so kind as to wait.” Turning back to Professor McGonagall, Lucius continued, “I trust the list of faculty and staff for the next school year is compiled as per my request?”

“Most certainly, Mr. Malfoy. As are the curriculum and course syllabi,” she said, handing over two large files with a stern, if not suspicious look. “But there was no need for the special visit. At your request this information could have been delivered to you.”

“Yes, thank-you, however, I must confess to having another agenda for my visit,” Lucius concurred with a pointed nod at Snape.

“Of course, gentlemen, if that will be all then, please excuse me.” Not waiting for a response, McGonagall swept out of the room, allowing the door to close in her wake.

Malfoy chose a pair of chairs positioned at angles toward each other. Sitting, he observed that the other man had yet to move from the door. “Great Merlin, Severus! Surely you can spare an hour for a visit with an old friend?”

“Your timing is most inconvenient for a mere visit. But, as you stated this visit has importance, I can spare a few minutes.” Snape moved his chair more in front of Lucius, and sat rather stiffly.

“Severus! We have been… intimate… with each other. There is hardly the need for this level of formality between us.”

“Forgive me, but I recall you saying this concerned a student. I gathered you were here in an official capacity… At least that of a parent.”

An exasperated sigh told Snape that he had won this part of the verbal sparring. Lucius was shifting mental gears as the encounter was not going according to his plan. “Very well…”