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Chapter Seven
And, at last, an answer to some questions, although more are created by this too. Sorry! SP
Lentesco – Chapter Seven
Severus glared at the unwelcome visitor to the school. “And precisely why,” he queried, “would I wish to relinquish my post as DADA teacher? I have wanted this position for years.”
Harry kept his eyes steadily on the other, not letting the horror he was feeling show on his face. His dreams, about the man with the stern voice, with the clever fingers, with the thrusting cock, all of it had been about Snape! He felt like curling into a ball in the corner and rocking. How could he want Snape of all people? The man was terrifying, and not even particularly attractive!
“…don’t you agree, Harry?” Albus’ voice was mild, and broke through Harry’s reverie.
Shit!
“Erm, I’m sorry, sir, I was thinking about possible lessons. Could you repeat that?”
Snape snorted. “You see, Albus! He can’t even focus for ten minutes! How can he possibly cope as a teacher if a ten minute conversation is too much for his addled brain!”
The Gryffindor bristled. “I can focus!” He snapped, “I was just distracted for a tiny bit, that’s all!”
Snape’s lip curled, “You, of all people, Potter, know the damage that can be caused in only a fraction of a second when you are distracted. Now imagine you are surrounded by thirty hormonal teenagers, and you lose focus for a few minutes. Do you still think you can be a teacher?”
The younger man glared. “I’m not a child anymore, Severus. Anyway, the decision isn’t yours. If the head teacher decides to move you, then you’ll move, won’t you? Or maybe,” he said with a wicked smile, “I’ll teach Potions. After all, it is the Potions Teacher who is leaving.”
A muscle twitched in Snape’s jaw. He had spent too many years as Potions Professor to easily relinquish his ownership of that area. “I think not, Potter, I would like the pupils to be taught by someone reasonably competent in potions.”
His face burnt at the barb, but he didn’t respond. Snape was just hitting out at whatever he could; he had already lost, so Harry allowed him his little moment. He even smiled, knowing it would infuriate the older man.
It did.
Severus opened his mouth to let loose a stream of invective, but Albus’ raised hand stopped him.
Dumbledore said, “I will speak to the head teacher, but I am sure he will agree your appointment as DADA teacher, and will agree that Severus should move to Potions, as that is his speciality.”
The muscle was twitching harder than ever now, but Snape merely said, “If that is what you think.” And with a swishing of black robes, he stalked from the room.
Harry looked after him in dismay.
“Never you worry, Harry, he’s always testy towards the end of the week. You see…” he paused then shrugged, “you really should be told now. It’s important you understand. You see, whilst a boy, Severus was cursed. Research has not been able to help us discover the spell used, and we can hardly threaten the caster. The effect of the jinx is very unpleasant: Severus is permanently aroused.”
Harry’s face flamed. To himself he thought how wonderful it would be to always be ready for action.
“No doubt you, as a young man, are thinking this a good thing, but even after being granted release, Severus is only sated for a very short while before regaining his erection. He has to be… well… brought to climax on a weekly basis otherwise his condition begins to cause him more pain than he can handle. Apparently, he cannot be the one to bring about his release as that has no effect on the pain he feels.”
Harry felt sure he would never return to his normal colour ever again. Dumbledore was talking about sex, and with the one person Harry fantasised about.
The blue eyes met Harry’s embarrassed ones and held them. Something Harry didn’t understand was in those eyes, fixing into his soul.
Dumbledore spoke sadly, “You must understand this, Harry, otherwise you will be unable to work with and help Severus. And he does need your help, whatever he may say or do to make you think otherwise.”
Harry nodded and left the room. Tiredly Dumbledore turned to McGonagall, who had remained silent the entire time and said, “I hope I am doing the right thing. It is so very difficult having to go by memory. And I just hope that Harry is capable of helping. That is the infuriating part of all this, I still don’t know if it worked!”
Lentesco – Chapter Seven
Severus glared at the unwelcome visitor to the school. “And precisely why,” he queried, “would I wish to relinquish my post as DADA teacher? I have wanted this position for years.”
Harry kept his eyes steadily on the other, not letting the horror he was feeling show on his face. His dreams, about the man with the stern voice, with the clever fingers, with the thrusting cock, all of it had been about Snape! He felt like curling into a ball in the corner and rocking. How could he want Snape of all people? The man was terrifying, and not even particularly attractive!
“…don’t you agree, Harry?” Albus’ voice was mild, and broke through Harry’s reverie.
Shit!
“Erm, I’m sorry, sir, I was thinking about possible lessons. Could you repeat that?”
Snape snorted. “You see, Albus! He can’t even focus for ten minutes! How can he possibly cope as a teacher if a ten minute conversation is too much for his addled brain!”
The Gryffindor bristled. “I can focus!” He snapped, “I was just distracted for a tiny bit, that’s all!”
Snape’s lip curled, “You, of all people, Potter, know the damage that can be caused in only a fraction of a second when you are distracted. Now imagine you are surrounded by thirty hormonal teenagers, and you lose focus for a few minutes. Do you still think you can be a teacher?”
The younger man glared. “I’m not a child anymore, Severus. Anyway, the decision isn’t yours. If the head teacher decides to move you, then you’ll move, won’t you? Or maybe,” he said with a wicked smile, “I’ll teach Potions. After all, it is the Potions Teacher who is leaving.”
A muscle twitched in Snape’s jaw. He had spent too many years as Potions Professor to easily relinquish his ownership of that area. “I think not, Potter, I would like the pupils to be taught by someone reasonably competent in potions.”
His face burnt at the barb, but he didn’t respond. Snape was just hitting out at whatever he could; he had already lost, so Harry allowed him his little moment. He even smiled, knowing it would infuriate the older man.
It did.
Severus opened his mouth to let loose a stream of invective, but Albus’ raised hand stopped him.
Dumbledore said, “I will speak to the head teacher, but I am sure he will agree your appointment as DADA teacher, and will agree that Severus should move to Potions, as that is his speciality.”
The muscle was twitching harder than ever now, but Snape merely said, “If that is what you think.” And with a swishing of black robes, he stalked from the room.
Harry looked after him in dismay.
“Never you worry, Harry, he’s always testy towards the end of the week. You see…” he paused then shrugged, “you really should be told now. It’s important you understand. You see, whilst a boy, Severus was cursed. Research has not been able to help us discover the spell used, and we can hardly threaten the caster. The effect of the jinx is very unpleasant: Severus is permanently aroused.”
Harry’s face flamed. To himself he thought how wonderful it would be to always be ready for action.
“No doubt you, as a young man, are thinking this a good thing, but even after being granted release, Severus is only sated for a very short while before regaining his erection. He has to be… well… brought to climax on a weekly basis otherwise his condition begins to cause him more pain than he can handle. Apparently, he cannot be the one to bring about his release as that has no effect on the pain he feels.”
Harry felt sure he would never return to his normal colour ever again. Dumbledore was talking about sex, and with the one person Harry fantasised about.
The blue eyes met Harry’s embarrassed ones and held them. Something Harry didn’t understand was in those eyes, fixing into his soul.
Dumbledore spoke sadly, “You must understand this, Harry, otherwise you will be unable to work with and help Severus. And he does need your help, whatever he may say or do to make you think otherwise.”
Harry nodded and left the room. Tiredly Dumbledore turned to McGonagall, who had remained silent the entire time and said, “I hope I am doing the right thing. It is so very difficult having to go by memory. And I just hope that Harry is capable of helping. That is the infuriating part of all this, I still don’t know if it worked!”