A New Headmaster

Declaimer: Plot is mine; characters are
not, all JKR

Thanks to the wonderful beta work by Erin Discord

Note: Enjoy...
I did. I promise I am getting to the title and all the good stuff once am done
with the memory/flashback

~~~~~~~~Severus' Memory Continue~~~~~~~

Severus Snape may be a bastard to the world, but to Harry he
was quite the romantic. He took him to a muggle Italian restaurant, he was the
perfect gentleman, ordering for Harry and keeping conversation to similar interests,
and then he took him on a walk. They talked about everything, but Hogwarts and
the war. They finished the day at Severus place, in front of the fire; each
with a glass of wine. Harry was half lying on Severus` side, his head on Severus`
shoulder.

“Severus, this was the best birthday ever… thank
you,” Harry whispered, not wanting to ruin the peaceful atmosphere.

“Harry, you deserve the best… I only hope that
I can give you what you deserve.” Severus answered, just as softly. They
stayed quiet for some time, enjoying the company. Severus just couldn’t
believe it; he had Harry Potter in his arms and it just felt right, like nothing
in the world was wrong.

“Harry…” Severus was lost, he didn’t
want to get away from Harry but he wanted to take it slow and Harry needed to
train. “You have your apparation appointment early tomorrow, you should
head off to sleep; we also need to start training. Draco will join us for training
at the end of the week…” Severus Snape was rambling, he wanted to
kiss Harry and never let go, but didn’t know whether he could without
rushing anything. Harry seemed to know what he wanted or simply, he wanted it
too, since he looked up and kiss him. Harry licked his bottom lip, asking for
permission Severus couldn’t resist, not that he would want too. The kiss
was long, full of passion, but Severus stopped it before it got too far. “No
Harry, I want to take it slow… Holy Salazar, do I want you, but I want
to give you a chance to change your mind before your mine…”

“Severus, I want no one else but you, you’ll be
my first and only one.”

This almost undid Severus’ will, to hear that he was
Harry’s first and only one was too much for his control. “Brat.
. . Go. . . now. . . to bed. . . before I can’t . . . stop myself.”

“I don’t see what the problem with that is…
I would love to see you lose control. . . ” Severus knew he had to leave,
before he did lose control, he could see now why the Sorting Hat wanted to place
Harry in Slytherin. “Have Sitty show you to your room, the one two doors
down from mine, Goodnight Harry, sleep well.” Severus walked out the room,
breathing heavily.

“Sitty.”

“Harry Potter, sir.”

“Would you please show me to my room? Severus probably
will have me up by 7 tomorrow.”

“Master Severus has breakfast at 6:30 sir, follow me
please sir.”

Harry walk into his room for the next month, it was beautiful
but was missing something, ‘Missing someone…’ Harry thought,
quickly changing into his pajamas; Severus had ordered a new wardrobe for him.
It was a good thing, because it helped him get all the wizardry robes he needed
for all occasions, but it also meant that most of his wardrobe was green, silver
or black and one or two things red; if Severus hadn’t said it made his
eyes look gorgeous, he probably would have demanded for some added color. Harry
looked at his bed one more time, ‘Nope, definitely missing someone.’

“Severus, are you asleep?”

“What are you doing here?”

“I don’t like my room, it`s cold in there.”

“Get Sitty to turn on the fire... now leave me alone.”

Harry slid into Severus` bed; turned to Severus, “It’s
much warmer in here.”

“Prefect Harry Potter doesn’t like his room so
he comes to mine… I am not leaving my room.”

“I think its prefect just the way it is; I would not
want it any other way.”

“Fine, now sleep Harry.” Severus turned to kiss
Harry, “Sleep, my snake in lion’s clothing.”

“You would not want me any other way.”



“Cheeky Brat.”

“Severus, I didn’t know you cared.”

“I don’t,” Severus knew this was a lie, a
weak one, Harry knew that too. In truth he cared a lot for Harry bloody Potter,
he also knew that he was letting himself fall for the boy-who-lived, but could
do nothing to stop it. He only hoped he wasn’t setting himself up.