Who Knew?

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

WARNINGS: TEACHER/STUDENT, VOYERISM/EXHIBITISM, MINORS, ORAL, ANAL, MASTURBATION, SOME BLOOD

AN: For those who have read this story on another site, this chapter has undergone drastic changes. Thanks to all of the great people who have left reviews! It was your inspiration that prompted the muse to create the last three paragraphs – just for y’all! Hope you enjoy!!

Chapter 8: A New Year

The summer long silence that had gripped the castle was shattered as a cacophony of voices burst through the main entrance. The old, stately, restful feel of the castle suddenly became lively and energized, even before the first foot fell on its stone floor for the new school year; as if the structure itself could sense the return of its children, its family. As the students entered the Great Hall, they were greeted with a new sight. What appeared to be a fifth house table had been added across the back of the Hall, with the chairs facing the Head Table, though not nearly as long as the other four. Ginny and Draco were already seated at the new table. There were engraved place holders at the other positions bearing the names of Hermione Granger, Medi-Witch Aide; Neville Longbottom, Herbology Aide; Luna Lovegood, Care of Magical Creatures Aide; Susan Bones, Medi-Witch Aide.


Professor Dumbledore explained the addition of the assistants to the student body prior to the first years being led in for their sorting. This was not really news as each staff requesting and aide had made the selections at the end of the previous term. What was noteworthy, however, was the announcement that Dumbledore was considering a fifth house, an honorary house, for those selected as Head Boy, Head Girl and Teachers’ Aides, due to their unique positions that could not be defined by House membership. It was true that there was room for undue pressure from House mates, for six years Harry had seen the position of Head Boy be threatened by outsiders and abused from its occupant. Dumbledore mentioned that he was considering giving each aide their own quarters due to the sensitive nature of the work being done for the professors.

As the sorting got under way, Harry was able to let his attention wander. His eyes kept drifting over to Ginny, and he couldn’t help noticing the changes she had undergone over the summer. She looked less like a girl and more like a women, but Harry was at a loss to identify exactly what had changed. Draco had also undergone dramatic changes this summer. Somehow, he looked more real and approachable, but Harry believed that this change was based in Draco’s avoidance of Lucius Malfoy over the summer.

The feast was spectacular as always, and both lasted too long and ended too quickly. Everyone shuffled from the Great Hall stuffed, exhausted, and caught up in at least one conversation. It was difficult to notice when the mass of bodies separated into the different houses at the various hallways, but eventually Harry found himself standing in the middle of the Gryffindor common room… Home at last!

“Harry! It’s so good to see you,” squealed Ginny as she hugged him in a tight, enthusiastic embrace.

“Yeah you too… You look great… Just – great.” Harry realized that his response had not been a normal one. It had come out slow and somewhat coolly. By now, however, Ginny was surrounded by the sixth-year girls and she did not seem to notice anything amiss. As Ginny and Harry were separated, Ron and Hermione were given the opportunity to pull Harry into a quiet corner of the room for one of their famous conversations; the type that all Gryffindors were aware of and knew that only two others were allowed to join in on.

“What’s up mate?”

“Harry you look ill! Is something the wrong?”

“Hmm? Oh, must have been too much food,” Harry said, scrambling for an answer which would turn the conversation away from the one he was dreading.

“So what do you reckon is up with Draco? He didn’t even speak to his Slytherin goons,” wondered Ron.

“Yeah, I saw that too!” agreed Harry, thankful for the diversion.

“Well, I suppose you will find out soon enough,” whispered an apprehensive Hermione. “Ginny told me that Snape and Draco are going to be living together.”

“If I had a father like ol’ Lucius, I would be for finding a new one too,” snorted Ron.

“Ron, I don’t think that’s what she’s talking about,” said Harry cautiously, looking from Ron to Hermione as he tried to gauge their reactions to this topic.

“No; not at all... According to Ginny, they are in a very serious, committed relationship. Draco will be sending an owl to his father explaining the situation and breaking off his engagement with Pansy.”

“EEEWWWW! And just how would Ginny know this?” This was the type of response that Harry had been expecting from Ron. If Ron was going to take this attitude of Ginny simply having knowledge like this, how much worse would it be if Ginny was caught in the middle of something improper?

“Really, Ron, don’t be so thick,” hissed an exasperated Hermione. Once the conversations around them started back up, and Ron regained his composure somewhat, she continued quietly while watching for those attempting to listen in. “Ginny has spent the entire summer working with them. I’m sure she has gotten to know them fairly well. Undoubtedly she has seen and heard things – things that they might not want the entire student body chatting about.”

“Yeah, and maybe they weren’t being all that discreet, Ron. There wasn’t anybody here during the summer, no students at least.” At the questioning looks from his friends Harry went on in the same guarded manor Hermione had used. “I accidentally saw them once at the outpost. They, er, were in Snape’s bedroom… Ummm… the curtains weren’t closed.

“Ugh! You’re telling me they were there doing the deed? And you had to see it? That’s just wrong!” As his two friends rolled their eyes at him, Ron looked around sheepishly, embarrassed at the thought alone. “Harry, if you knew about this over the summer, how come you didn’t tell me sooner? Something this juicy and you wouldn’t share it with your best mate?’’

“It didn’t seem important at the time. Well, I mean I knew it was significant, but we all knew that Draco was the teacher’s pet, we always joked about something going on between those two, and now he’s serving as Snape’s assistant this year. You know, it just seemed to be kind of a natural thing to happen between those two. They’re both strange and dodgy.” The last was added as Ron had started looking a bit green over the pictures his mind was creating.

“Besides, Ron, Harry has a greater emotional capacity than that of a thimble.” Hermione sprang into the conversation, defending the underdogs as usual. “What Harry saw was very personal and private between two people who seem to love each other. How you feel about them doesn’t change the fact that they deserve not to have their love life used as fodder for the rumor mill.” With a stern look at Ron, she decided that the point had not hit home yet. “Ronald Weasley, if I even suspect that you’ve been talking about this to anyone else, or that you’ve been giving Draco a hard time over this, I swear that I will put a permanent glamour spell on you and everyone will think you’ve taken to wearing make-up!”

“What’s that,” Ron asked turning to Harry.

“Make-up is what Muggle women put on their faces to, um, enhance their facial features… You know, make them look prettier.” Harry couldn’t contain his laughter as Ron paled again at the thought of looking pretty to another man, but he was tremendously thankful to Hermione for enlisting Ron’s cooperation. He wasn’t ready to tell them about the evening watching television, but he did not want Ron damaging what felt to be the start of a sincere friendship with Draco either.

As the festive atmosphere in the common room finally gave way to fatigue, Ron and Hermione said good night and retreated to the dorms along with most of the other Gryffindors. Harry noticed that Ginny had lingered behind the rest of the pack of girls and was now approaching him again. She started talking to him, leading him by the hand to a sofa in front of the fire. Unfortunately, Harry was unable to focus on what she was saying. Memories of the beautiful and almost magical things he had witnessed between her and Snape flooded over his mind. Harry had to shift to allow his robe to fall loosely across his lap, so that his straining erection could be concealed; a problem which was remedied a few minutes later when a smooth, deep voice cut through his thoughts.

“Excuse me, Miss Weasley. I need a few moments of Mr. Potter’s time.”

Harry had never known of any members of the other houses entering Gryffindor Tower, so he was caught off guard by Snape’s sudden presence. He missed Ginny’s startled expression completely. As reluctant as he was, a student simply could not refuse a conference with a teacher when one was demanded, so Harry tried to close his mind as he followed Snape to his office. ‘I’ve only been here a few hours! I haven’t done anything yet! I haven’t had time to do anything!’ Harry had allowed this defensive thought to run repeatedly through his mind to assist with blocking the summer images. He had been so focused on this task that he had to look twice at the room they had entered. It was not Snape’s office, but rather a seldom used classroom.

“Sit,” ordered Snape as he moved to the chair behind the desk. “I am aware that your summer had some rather interesting developments, shall we say? I know that you observed…” uncharacteristically his voice broke; the words seemed to catch in his throat, and for the first time in six years the intimidating Potions master looked uncomfortable, slightly nervous “… You observed what occurred between Miss W-Ginny and I. It was… Do not judge her now because of the animosity that exists between you and I.” At this point Harry had begun to focus on clearing his mind with a sense of urgency. ‘… A rock, a cold, hard, solid rock, unbreakable, unbendable, impenetrable...’ Harry focused on this mantra as he chanted it over and over in his mind.

“I am also aware that you know about my relationship with Draco. I want to know how this will affect your relationship with him.” ‘… Unbreakable, unbendable, impenetrable…’

“Nothing changes with respect to Draco. He leaves me and my friends alone and we will leave him alone. But then I would never stoop so low as to use your, er, personal relationship, against him, especially not in front of others. We are not that cruel. We’re not Slytherins.” ‘… A cold, hard, solid rock...’

Snape sat back in the old wooden chair and regarded Harry for a moment. Harry could not read the closed expression in the glittering, black eyes, but he knew Snape was appraising him. Instantly, he regretted his choice of words as he remembered the scene in the pensive showing his father in acts of cruelty against Snape. Harry cringed, an act which was not missed by the man in front of him.

“Maybe others would have in the past, and maybe there are a few who still would, but it really is not the Gryffindor way. It is more of a Slytherin trait, isn’t it?”

“This has nothing to do with Houses, and everything to do with ego and power.”

“Thank you for making my point for me.” As Harry spoke he stood and stepped to the desk. He knew his boldness would not go without comment from the snide man at whom it was aimed. By the time Harry was resting his palms on the battered desk, leaning forward over it, Snape was already standing, himself. The fact that he was preparing for a confrontation was obvious. Neither had reached for a wand, but both had moved into a position better suited for dueling.

Harry continued to hold eye contact with Snape, confident that he was occluding his thoughts well enough to avoid the Legilimens, and in as calm and level a voice as possible, he decided to press the issue he was most concerned with.

“Ginny seems to have developed a respect for Draco, and I have never seen a reason to not trust her judgment. You are another story. What are your intentions regarding Ginny?” ‘… A rock, a cold, hard, solid rock, unbreakable, unbendable, impenetrable…’

“That is none of your business,” Snape intoned, looking down his nose at Harry.

“Oh, yes it most certainly is,” hissed Harry, dangerously quite. “She is my friend, my best friend’s sister, best friend to another of my friends-” ‘… A rock, a cold…’

“Spare me the Gryffindor loyalties, if you will. You are, perhaps, underestimating Ginerva Weasley’s importance in your life. Suffice it to say, that our relationship was mutual, and… Temporary… There was no pretense of love or commitments. Now that it is September, I am once again her professor.” Softly Snape added, “And maybe, a friend… Only time will determine that.”

“I will reserve my opinions of that until I am certain that you have not harmed her in any way.” ‘… Unbendable, impenetrable…’

“That is acceptable. You should also be aware that she has no clue of your knowledge regarding this situation that has developed between you and I, so how you handle your end of this is strictly your choice. I was concerned with how she would react if she became aware of your mental presence while we were… occupied, as it were, at the Wisteria Way house. I will assume that you are mature enough to accept the responsibility,”

“I understand quite well about responsibility. I also fully understand my responsibilities to my friends.”

“On a more personal note,” Snape said calmly, ‘How could it be more personal than this,’ Harry thought, now very afraid, and backing away from the desk, “I know of your tendencies toward… voyeurism. Many would say it is a dark trait, you do realize that? Nevertheless, after the events of this summer, I believe you also realize that I have certain… dark traits… that compliment yours -”

“How long have you known?” Harry felt as though he were under a Leg Locking curse. He could not move, think, and only barely speak.

“Since the night you pleaded for me to dress slowly. Ah, yes… I do have your undivided attention now, do I not? No more rocks to play with?” Harry felt as if his heart had stopped beating and was moving into his throat. Suddenly the room was too hot, and he was entirely too close to the intimidating man before him. Anywhere in the castle was too close, for that matter.

“Continue,” Harry whispered, hoarsely.

With Harry having moved out of Snape’s immediate danger zone, Snape felt safe enough to sit again, hoping it would encourage Harry to do the same. He did not seem to take the hint, but the boy seemed to breathing again. Snape knew that was likely to be the best he could expect.

“I feel that it is time for a cessation of hostility from both sides. A truce, if you will Potter.” Snape had to work at not crossing his arms over his chest or clasping his hands together on the desk before him. Now was not the time to risk being perceived as closed or defensive.

“A truce, Sir?” Harry asked slowly. While he understood the basic concept, and it was not exactly a new and novel suggestion for their relationship, it was definitely a foreign concept to hear from Snape.

“Yes, you understood me correctly. I am suggesting a truce of trust between us. We could each do irreparable damage to the other with this knowledge we now possess, and there is nothing to gain from such pointless destruction and competition.”

“Yeah, I can agree with that… All right,” Harry said nodding and considering the offer. “I believe I can live with that… A truce it is.” Harry was wondering if he should shake hands with the man, or something, to symbolize the agreement when Snape used his innate ability to set him back on edge.

“You do have extremely strong feelings for her. Do you love her?” Snape had been studying Harry’s reactions through the conversation. The possessiveness and protectiveness were blatant, and showed all the signs of potential danger.

In less than a second, Harry knew the answer to Snape’s question; however, this realization struck Harry hard, “Yes, I do.”

“Good. Then we have an agreement. One more thing before you leave, Potter, part of our agreement you might say. I will refrain from using Legilimency on you, Ginny, Mr. Weasley, or Miss Granger again; of course with the exceptions of valid emergencies when the time or the ability to speak do not exist, or are severely hindered. In return you will extend the same courtesy to Draco and me.”

“That’s not a very Slytherin trade, is it Professor?”

“Perhaps not, but protecting Draco is of enough importance to me that I will make the sacrifice of Granger and Weasley, as enticement for you.”

“Fair enough,” agreed Harry.

This time Snape chose the symbolic binding, and extended his hand to Harry. Harry was surprised to feel the warmth and strength in the simple hand clasp; he had been expecting cold and soft. Snape, having dealt with fidgety, intimidated boys for nearly 20 years, had been expecting to receive a clammy, shaking, weak gripped response. Instead the strong, steady, calloused hand clasping his seemed to belong to a man far more advanced in years than the boy standing before him. ‘No, not a boy any longer… A young man who just happens to be my student,’ Snape thought, remembering the images he gleaned from the Legilimency on his students.

“You may go.”

As the portrait swung open to let Harry into Gryffindor Tower, he came face to face with Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and Neville.

“So the greasy git’s started a bit early this year, huh?” Ron was sneering in his dislike for the Potions master.

“Ginny came and got us when you and Professor Snape left. Are you okay?” Hermione seemed genuinely concerned despite her usual defense of the man.

“Yeah, uh Ron, it’s not what you’re thinking. It wasn’t what I was expecting, either.” They made their way to the dying glow of the fire place and sprawled onto the sofa and chairs clustered around it. Harry noticed Hermione and Ginny casting nervous glances at each other, while Ron and Neville simply stared into the fire place.

“Harry, I think that something’s going on, if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay. But, maybe it would be easier if you let us know ahead of time. If something happens, we can respond better with a bit of advanced warning.”

“Thanks, Neville, you’re right. So, here’s what’s going on.” Harry outlined the conversation with Snape, skewing it so that the topic of Ginny was left out completely, giving the appearance that the conversation was solely about the new relationship with Draco.

It was nearly three in the morning when the group finally broke up and headed for bed. They had agreed with Harry that the offer from Snape had not been in the Slytherin spirit and was obviously highly personal to the older man. It was also agreed that they would honor Harry’s concessions, and, depending on Draco’s attitude, perhaps even befriend the young man. Harry stopped off by the bathroom followed closely by Ron. “Mate, that’s not all it was, was it?”

“No, but it still wasn’t the normal Snape hates Harry stuff. It was okay, really. Kind of just clearing the air stuff,” Harry answered off-handedly. At Ron’s quirked eye brow, he smiled. “Can we leave it at that for now? I promise if anything else comes up about it, I’ll let you know. Others are involved; Snape and I agreed to protect their privacy.”

“You and Snape actually agreed on something? Bloody Hell! The world’s coming to an end!”

“Yeah, I know! We both made compromises, we each gained something we wanted and we even shook hands on it! Wicked scary, mate!”

As Harry stepped into a stall, Ron bid good night, and headed for bed. As he finished the task at hand, Harry glanced down at the flaccid cock in his hand. All of his summer visions flashed through his mind. … Beautiful red curls and swollen lips surrounding the cock gliding smoothly in and out… The sight of a puckered entrance, winking in anticipation, as the two firm, creamy globes were parted… An entrance, stretched incredibly wide, as a foreskin slipped back and a purpled head forced its way beyond the virginal ring of muscle until black wiry hair tickled the crevice, and two heavy sacs gently jiggled against each other… Elegant, long fingers curled around a throbbing, leaking cock… Those same elegant, blood-streaked fingers holding open faintly blood-tinged, feminine lips, as a single drop of blood dripped a perfect red circle onto pristine white sheets… Virginal blood onto virginal white sheets… Virginal blood, that left its trail down the sac from the entrance that clinched tightly closed as the foreskin slipped back over the withdrawn head… A thin trail that would grow as the action was repeated, over and over, faster and more fiercely… A red trail eventually giving way to white as the thick fluid seeped from the now slightly gaping entrance… When the electricity stopped ricocheting up and down his spine, Harry looked down at his once again flaccid cock, and flushed away all evidence of the task just completed.

When the electricity stopped ricocheting up and down his spine, Severus looked down at his now flaccid cock and the pale tongue licking at the corners of a perfect mouth, and swallowing away all evidence of the task just completed.

When the electricity stopped ricocheting up and down her spine, Ginny drifted back to sleep with a smile, decidedly glad that girls had their own version of the fabled “wet dream”. And what a wonderful dream it had been! Perhaps she could use the same deep throat technique, which Draco had been taught in the dream on, Harry… Some day.