I Don\'t Think So

Disclaimer : I don\'t own anybody. Not yet. (Secrets away plans for world domination.) All the characters you recognise belong to JK Rowling. There could be a couple of minor characters that belong to me, but they won\'t feature much. The plot belongs to me, but not the whole idea. That belongs tsscasscafe. I don\'t really own much, do I?

Spoilers : Probably, I\'m not quite sure yet. Let\'s just say yes. But you\'ve probably read all the books anyway.

A/N : A response to Nesscafe\'s Valentines Day, Bah-Hum-Bug challenge. Quite basically, Snape and Hermione bothest est the idea of Valentines Day and everything that goes along with it.

Thanx to Serenitas and Chibimono Akuno for their support.
Thanx to my beta, MegaB, who hasn\'t read it yet, but will.


I Don\'t Think So
by Nocturnali

chapter one

Snape stalked to the staff room in a less than perfect mood. Dumbledore had summoned him and he was not in the mood to listen to any more of the ‘oh so wonderful’ ideas the headmaster had for boosting morale in this post war school. The only reason he was still there, teaching rather than working for himself was that he owed Dumbledore his life… yet again. Too much more of this though and he might reconsider his options. He just wanted to be left alone, to brew potions, investigate chemical anomalies and generally terrorise the student populace. So that they in turn left him alone.

Hermione, muttering uncomplimentary adjectives under her breath, was also on her way to the staff room, having also been summoned by Dumbledore. He’d interrupted her arithmancy studying right when she was on the verge of understanding an extremely difficult formula. This was the last thing she’d needed. She wondered what he wanted this time. Being head girl was proving to be tiresome, with a constant stream of functions Dumbledore wanted her to assist in organisng and therefore had to attend. Once again, she was glad she had a good head on her shoulders. If she’d been anything short of her brilliant self, she probably wouldn’t pass this year. As it was, she sometimes found herself struggling. She was also glad she had Lavender, Parvati and Ginny to help organize these ridiculous social events. They threw themselves into the task with enthusiastic abandon. Hermione rolled her eyes and snorted. Of course, to them it was just another excuse to dress up, plaster themselves in make up and flirt outrageously with any male they saw.

Two hands reached for the door knob at the same time, meeting briefly. Both drew back with more haste than necessary. pairpairs of dark eyes met, the darker of the two blank and impenetrable, and assessed the situation.
“Um… sorry Professor. I wasn’t paying attention.” The owner of the warm brown eyes stammered, cursing herself this time, instead of Dumbledore, for being so caught up in her thoughts.
He didn’t smile, for he hadn’t been paying attention either. “That much is obvious Miss Granger.” He opened the door and gestured inside. “After you.” After all, he was still a gentleman.
“Thank you.” She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and preceded him into the room. After all, she did like to be treated like a lady.

“A Valentines Ball!” Lavender exclaimed, her mind busy calculating all the options.
Hermione slumped in a comfy chair. If Lavender only put as much thought into her school work as she did into these parties she’d be a genius to rival her. As it was, she managed a pass, but sometimes it was touch and go. “Yes, Valentines bloody Day.”
Ginny giggled, not used to hearing Hermione swear. “What’s wrong with Valentines Day? It’ll be wonderful. Sooooo romantic.”
“I’ve got better things to do than swan around giggling and flirting all night.” Hermione replied, perhaps a little harsher than she’d intended.
Ginny and Lavender, used to her by now, refused to be put off and just laughed. “I wasn’t intending on flirting all night.” Lavender managed to speak between giggles. “I’m hoping it’ll work…”

A bloody Valentines Day Ball. Snape scowled and cast his mind back five years to when Gilderoy Lockhart had decorated the Great Hall in nauseating pink hearts and flowers, insisting everyone send Valentines cards to each other. He closed his eyes and shook his head. Please not a repeat performance of that.
Miss Granger had been given the unenviable task of helping Professor McGonagall organize the Ball. A less likely Valentines candidate he couldn’t think of. Most of the girls in the school had at least had a boyfriend or even a crush. They didn’t spend every minute of every day studying, not that he considered that a bad thing, but it wasn’t normal. Mind you, what Professor Snape knew about teenage girls could be written on the tip of his wand. He considered them all to be a mass of giggling, gossiping, hormonally charged beings. Occasionally one would catch his eye, but there was nothing he could do about it, and he considered them all to be so far below him intellectually that he didn’t bother. When he needed a woman there were a number of discreet brothels in Immor Alley. The women there weren’t on his intellectual plane either, but he wasn’t looking for conversation.
Snape smiled. He had been given a relatively simple job. Brew a potion that would remove the alcohol content from any drink. After the last party, New Years Eve, when nearly every student over the age of fifteen had to have a hangover cure administered to them, Dumbledore was taking no chances. Snape also thought he’d brew some hangover cure. The seventh years were remarkably adept at breaking rules. Maybe a morning after potion as well.

The minute, no the second, the notices had gone up on boards in the various common rooms most of the girls had started planning what they were going to wear. Those who didn’t already have a significant other had started eyeing any male as a potential candidate to escort them. A few gave up on this idea aecidecided that life, and parties, were too short to be tied to one boy. The thrill of snagging a Valentine on the night appealed to them.
Hermione was singularly unimpressed with the whole thing. Boys never paid her attention anyway, unless they wanted help with homework or assignments. In any subject, Hermione was the one who knew everything.
The only boys she’d ever gone anywhere with alone had been Harry and Ron. At one time, she’d thought that she and Ron may have got together, but he’d preferred his girls taller, blonder and a damn sight more perfect than she was. He was dating a sixth year Ravenclaw called Summer of all things. The worst thing was, she suited the name.
And Harry? For some reason she’d never seen Harry as anything other than a friend, a good friend, but just a friend. He’d never seen her as anything else either. Since fifth year, he’d somehow managed to fuck most of the eligible girls at Hogwarts and a few of the girls in Headeeade as well, but he’d never made a move in her direction. They were just lining up to be used and abused by the hero of the wizarding world. More so now that Voldemort was dead and Harry had dispatched him. These idiotic girls even knew of his ‘love ‘em and leave ‘em’ reputation and still they wanted him. True, he was good looking, excellent body, cocky personality… but honestly.
Anyway, he was gay.
Not many people knew. Hermione and Ron, of course, but no-one else. Oh, and Draco, but that went without saying being as he was the one Harry gave up girls for. Hermione smiled as she thought about that. She’d wondered why Harry wouldn’t settle for just one girl when it didn’t seem to be in his nature to treat people like that. Denying his homosexuality. That sounded more like the Harry she’d come to know. Trying to please everyone else and do what was right rather than concentrating on himself. Well, now that the war was over he was essentially free to be himself and, after the heart to heart that he and Hermione had had about his promiscuity, he’d finally confessed that he felt more attracted to boys. More like one boy actually… the bane of his existence.

Harry let his fingers trace the ribs of the boy lying next to him. In less than six months Draco had become the most important thing in his life. He was quite enjoying having one partner. One partner who knew him and knew what he liked. One partner so that Harry knew what he liked having done to him in return. Changing bed partners a few times a week had become very confusing.
“Draco?”
“Yes.” His eyes remained closed against the sun. He was going to have to say something to Harry about his love for alfresco sex. His fair skin was much too delicate for such constant exposure to the elements.
“Are we going to go to this Valentines Ball together?”
“What? ‘Come out’, so to speak?”
Harry nodded, drifting his fingers across the soft skin of Draco’s groin, through the blonde curls until they reached their target.
“Do you think we’re ready for that?” Draco caught his breath on the last word as Harry’s thumb ran across the tip of his cock. “Do you think they are?”
Harry’s tongue licked at the precum, hearing Draco exhale with a hiss. “Us? Definitely. Them? Who the Hell cares? I’m living for myself now.”
Draco propped himself up on his elbows and watched as The Hero of The Light took the cock of The Heir of The Dark into his mouth. As Harry’s talented mouth worked on him and his muscles turned to jelly he lay back, reflecting on what Harry wanted to do. He got about as far as ‘Well, Dad’s not around anymore to lock me up for being gay…’ before giving himself over to pleasure, his mind curiously unable to function.
But function it did. He pulled himself out of his self imposed pleasure exile before he came down Harry’s throat. Harry had the knack of making him forget everything when he gave him head. “No you don’t, Potter. It’s my turn.”
Harry slowly dragged his lips and tongue up Draco’s cock. The green eyes meeting passion clouded grey, asking if he was sure.
“Don’t look at me like that. Turn over. Let’s see how much you like green knees, nature boy.” Draco had found the grass stains on his knees extremely difficult to remove. He was sure even now, two days later, that there was still a green tinge to his skin.
Harry laughed and did as requested. Draco rifled through the pockets of his trousers to find the lubricating gel, making a mental note to get some more. It didn’t seem to last very long these days. He looked fondly at his lover; it was worth it.
Harry gasped as one lubricated finger penetrated, moaned as the second one joined in, followed by a third. ‘Oh yeah,’ thought Draco. It was worth it to hear Harry Potter make those sounds for him.
“Goddamnit Malfoy.” Satisfied moan. “What are you doing?” Small strangled noises followed by a decadent moan. “OhGodyeah…”
Draco withdrew his fingers and wrapped that hand around Harry’s cock. “Don’t tell me what to do, Potter. You might get more than you bargained for.”
“You wish…Aaaaah, I wish.”
Having positioned himself, Draco slid into Harry, exceedingly slowly… just to prolong the torture… er… pleasure. He drew out just as slowly, one hand on Harry’s hip stopping him from pushing back. His other hand on Harry’s cock was moving with just as much lre. re. Draco increased their tempo gradually, careful not to let himself come too quickly.
Before too long though, Draco had given up all thoughts of petty revenge. His thoughts now, for the most part, were consumed with the boy beneath him. His fingertips brushed over Harry’s balls and he felt a shudder run through the other boy, just before he tensed.
“Gods Draco, yes.”
Yes. Good. Draco bit on Harry’s shoulder blade, causing a yelp of pain, followed by a groan of pleasure. He’d been pleasantly surprised when he found that Harry got off on a bit of pain.
“Oh…Draco, so… close…”
Draco loved it when he was able to make his partner incoherent. The feeling of power was indescribable. He pounded harder into his lover, his hand keeping the same rhythmic movements he’d sta, oc, occasionally allowing his fingers to caress lower.
“Come for me… Harry…” Draco whispered, moments before he came, feeling Harry clench around him as he emptied himself on Draco’s hand and the grass.

“I don’t remember sex with girls as being this messy.” Draco grumbled as he performed yet another cleaning charm.
Harry laughed. “It wasn’t.” He lay back, letting the afternoon sun caress his body. “Um, speaking of girls…” he hesitated, unsure of how to broach the subject of Hermione.
“If you want to play with one of them again…” Draco ran his index finger across the base of Harry’s cock, “… you’ll find yourself ill equipped.”
Hmmmm, a jealous Draco. Harry filed that bit of knowledge away for later use. “No. I just wondered if you had any ideas on who we could fix Hermione up with for the Valentines Ball.”
Draco laughed. “What drugs are you on? Why do you think I’d know anybody wan wants to date a mud… sorry… her?” he amended.
Harry shrugged and looked a little sheepish. “I don’t know. Maybe a nice Slytherin boy.”
Harry instantly knew this was the wrong thing to have said.
After he’d finished laughing, Draco looked at his offended lover, placing a kiss on the pouting mouth. “There are no nice Slytherin boys.”
The pout stayed. “I’m beginning to realise that.”
“I somehow think that nice wouldn’t turn you on. If you wanted a nice boy with nice friends you should’ve picked up a Hufflepuff.” Draco sighed. “Okay, I’ll think, but don’t expect anything. It would really help if she was prettier.”
“But…“ Harry had been going to say ‘But, she’s a really nice person.’, but decided against it.
He considered Hermione to be pretty enough, but she never tried with her looks. A bit of make-up and taming her wild hair would make all the difference. She’d never be a stunner like he used to date, but at least she’d be noticeable. In the end he had to agree with Draco.
“How do you know she wants to be fixed up with someone anyway?” Draco’s eyes traveled the length of Harry’s toned legs. He smiled at the grass stained knees. See how you like it.
“I don’t. But she’s never had a boyfriend. Unless you count going to the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum. She needs a date for a Valentines Ball.”

“And if any one of you decides to set me up with someone… anyone, I will murder you.” Hermione had just finished a quick Valentines Ball meeting with Ginny, Lavender and Parvati. As she’d already surmised, they were more than willing to help, but she wished they’d shutup about who they wanted to ask them. And she wished that thed evd everyone else who’d crossed her path that day would stop asking her who she was going with.
The girls laughed at her, and amid protestations of “But Hermione…”, “Hey, you gotta…” and “Everyone else will…” she thanked her three friends and left them in the Gryffindor common room, opting to study in the library in peace and quiet.


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