Being a Slytherin

5. Valentine

Harry stood in front of the huge mirror in the fourth year's bathroom on the second floor and flicked his wand again to smooth his curly hair properly. Like the five attempts before it did not work and he silently cursed. This year the school had decided to host a Valentine's ball for the students from the third year's up and Harry wanted to look his best.


He had ordered an emerald green dress robe from Madame Maulkins even so he had no date to go with. But if he was completely honest with himself, the only person he wanted to impress was his head of house and chaperone at the ball. What had started with a wet dream several months ago, had turned into downright fantasies every frigging day and night but he was under no delusion that his feelings would ever be reciprocated- the potion master had never mentioned Harry's wet dream again which had been a clear message. In a way Harry could not even blame his potion's teacher for doing so- student- teacher- relationships were strictly forbidden and what would such an educated, powerful wizard as Severus Snape ever see in the boy-who-lived?


Letting go of his hair Harry sighed deeply and decided to relieve himself one last time before going downstairs to start another evening of mooning Severus Snape. He entered one of the cubicles and emptied himself when he heard the door to the bathroom being opened. Not particularly desiring to meet any of his peers Harry stepped onto the toilet and held his breath.


“It was fucking brilliant,” a familiar voice said.


Draco Malfoy. The prince of slytherin.


“How did it feel?”


That was Crabbe, Draco's servant and bodyguard.


The blonde slytherin dropped his bag on the tiled floor and walked over to the urinal.


“Pansy had no idea what hit her. I pulled her close and then pushed my tongue into her mouth. She tasted a little odd but hey, you got to use the tongue or it is not considered a real first kiss.”


For a moment the sound of Draco's pee hitting the urinal was the only sound in the room and after putting his cock away the boy checked his reflection in the mirror once again.

“Let's go downstairs- I want to make a big entrance with my new robe.”

His two friends eagerly nodded and all three of them left the room in a hurry. Stepping down from the toiled Harry rolled his eyes. Draco Malfoy was one of the vainest persons to ever attend Hogwart but Harry had to admit that he was intrigued by his recount of his first kiss. Not that Harry was anywhere near a possibility of coming close to that- most of his fellow students considered him a freak.


Brushing his fringe out of his eyes he sighed and made his way outside. He met several of his peers who were on their way to the great hall but he ignored their rude stared and nasty remarks. The closer he came to the entrance, the louder the music got and the more people were streaming in one big gush inside the decorated room.


There was a buffet complete with fruit punch that was very likely spiked and there were some couples already on the dance-floor. Harry turned to his left and made his way across the room to a little alcove where he hoisted himself onto the windowsill. He could make out some of the teachers over at the other side of the room- McGonagall, the tiny Flitwick and the headmaster who were immersed into a deep conversation. His head of house was nowhere to be seen, which was a pity- that was the only thing Harry did look forward to tonight.


Leaning back against the cool window he let his eyes drift through the room watching Draco who had his tongue way down Pansy's throat which made Harry pull a face in disgust. It sure looked repulsive, as if it involved a lot of exchange of fluids but maybe he was just weird. Obviously his peers enjoyed it so there must have been something appealing.


He was a little bit thirsty and so he hopped from the sill and walked over to the buffet to take a glass of punch. It was dark red and once he sniffed on it, he could make out the tell-tale scent of alcohol. It burnt a little down his throat to settle in his stomach.


“Hey scar-face!” Malfoy hissed as he pushed his peers roughly to the side to get himself a glass of punch. He downed it in one go and refilled it. “Where is your date Potter?” he gleefully asked. “I heard you asked Moaning Myrtle but obviously even she could not sink so low as if to accompany you to the ball.”


Harry clenched his fists but refrained from answering and simply ignored Draco. But the blonde casually strolled over and took in Harry's appearance.


“With an outfit like this you will never get kissed, Potter,” he snickered. “But even if you wore the most expensive and flattering robe, you would still be the freak.” He leaned a little closer, his hot breath uncomfortable in Harry's neck. “There are rumours you are a pounce.”


Finally at the end of his rope Harry pulled his wand from his sleeve and pressed it into Draco's side.


“You know what Malfoy- I do not give a damn fuck about what you hear, what you do and what you think.”


His green eyes held the icy blue ones of his nemesis and there must have been something in them that made Draco retreat a little. His two imbecile friends wanted to interfere when Professor McGonagall's bright voice could be heard.


“This a Valentine's ball and no duelling club,” she chided and after one last nasty glance back at her Malfoy turned around and left.


Harry shrugged and looked up to his professor who gave him an encouraging smile.


“You should mingle with your peers a little Mr Potter- believe me you will find friends if you give it a go.”

Keeping his face impassive Harry forced a polite smile on his face.


“Maybe later.”


The teacher sighed but nodded before she turned away. Once he was alone again Harry refilled his glass and retreated back to one of the alcoves to lean against the window. Some curtains hid him effectively from the other students' view and he relaxed a little, deciding to give it another half an hour before he would retire to his bed.

After all he would not give Malfoy the satisfaction of making it look a retreat. Taking another sip from his glass he did not notice his head of house as he walked over until a cool gust of wind caught his neck.


Looking over Harry admired his immaculate black robe that was held together with silver snakes and his settled composure for a moment and then made a little space for him to join him in the alcove.


“What did Malfoy do this time?” Severus asked evenly.


Harry shrugged. “The usual- a couple of insults, some threats. Nothing I cannot handle.”


Severus sighed softly and crossed his arms in front of his chest.


“Be careful with the punch- it is generously spiked,” he stated.


Peeking up to him Harry nodded as he finished his glass.


“I was planning to leave anyways- not much use in staying. After all I do not have a date and so the whole Valentine thing is kind of pointless. And according to Malfoy I will never find a girl desperate enough to kiss me so I can use the opportunity to get a couple of hours sleep.” His voice had a slight bitter ring to it but he could not care.


He wanted to turn away when he felt a warm hand on his shoulder keeping him in place. His teacher's face was unreadable as he dragged him a little to the side, closer to the curtains.


“Malfoy is jealous. In that aspect he is just like his father.”


Harry frowned. “What could he possibly be jealous of?” he wondered.


His teacher's expression did not change but there was a warm touch to his inky black eyes as he leaned down, his black hair brushing Harry's neck.


“Oh, there are many things young Master Malfoy could be jealous of but let me illustrate one. He used to have an unhealthy obsession with me all his life, even going so far as to kiss me once.”


Harry's green eyes showed his surprise.


“But student- teacher relationships-” Harry started but was interrupted by his teacher.


“That's what I told him and you cannot imagine how crestfallen he was. He is plain Harry- a vain, pampered little slut who will never understand what love really means. Aside from loving himself that is.”


Harry could not help but snicker at that but his breath left him when he felt his teacher's strong arms pull him a little closer. There was a spicy scent that reminded Harry of the forbidden forest. Leaning a little closer Severus' cool breath washed over Harry's heated cheeks.


“And imagine if he knew what I kept from him, I give willingly to you,” he whispered and closed the little distance between their lips.


His lips were a little raw, but confidently intensifying the kiss causing Harry's legs turning to jelly and making him wobble on his feet. Instinctively the boy's arms steadied himself against the elder wizard's shoulders when he felt Severus' velvet tongue demanding entry at Harry's closed lips. Unresisting he opened them and was shell shocked how wonderful it felt for his head of house to explore his moist cavern. There was nothing yucky in that, it went straight to Harry's loins, hardening him.


Severus' hand cupped the back of his student's head drawing him against himself while he moved them a little closer to the curtains to keep them hidden. Eventually he withdraw, his hands letting go of the boy while his onyx eyes flickered with something that Harry could not decipher.


A very slytherin smirk grazed the sharp features for a moment when Severus leaned down one last time.


“And next time he is an utter bastard to you, remember that.” Drawing away Severus straitened his shoulders and swept out of the alcove dramatically with his black robes billowing like black wings.


Heavily Harry slumped against the wall his mouth still tingling with the scent of his teacher. Well, the ball certainly had turned out to be good for something.

AN: Thanks for the many reviews, dear readers. And since it was mentioned several times, I am aware that we had a huge leap in time. However I could not bare to write anything sexual till the boy was fourteen. That's my minimum. But rest assured that we will go slowly now.