Secrecy

Title: Secrecy
Author: Jinx
Author Notes: This story is ended on its own. However, I will be writing a sequel hopefully someday.
Rating: R-NC-17 Language/Slash/PWP/Romance/OOC
Pairing: HP/SS
Disclaimer: Owned by J.K. Rowling. Please don’t sue me as I have zero dollars and I’m poor. I’m lucky I have a computer. I’m just borrowing to play for a bit, I mean no harm and hurt no one by my endeavors.
Feedback: LadyKathryn4455@yahoo.com or jinx15@hotmail.com
Beta: darkmoore & ca_pierson
Archive: Part of the From Dusk till Dawn Severus Snape/Harry Potter Fuh-Q-Fest at http://www.kardasi.com/HPSS/storyindex.htm
Challenge: Post-Hogwarts, post-war, R or NC17 HP/SS
Summary: This is six years after Voldemort has been defeated, and Harry has gradated from Hogwarts. Harry, Ron and Hermione have left the Wizarding world and made a new life for themselves in the muggle world. They have become famous and have hidden the fact, now fate has seen fit to reunite them back to their past.

*COMPLETE STORY*

Secrecy

The noise coming from the audience was deafening, even from a distance. A young man walked towards the entrance that would allow him and the other members access to the stage, he was drawn to the noise, not quite revealing himself to the crowds’ searching eyes. Technical staff and others were rushing back and forth past him, some calling out for assistances and others yelling out for everyone in the back to hear it. That it was 15 minutes until stage time. He ignored the looks of awe and whispers and made his way to the side where he would enter the stage. It wasn’t that he didn’t notice them; he was still a bit overwhelmed by the rush of fame. He smiled shyly at them and walked onward.

He had been told the tickets had exceeded their expectations in sales. Peeking into the audience his green eyes widen before a slight smile shaped his lips in surprise. It never failed to send a rush of adrenaline flying up and down his veins like quicksilver with each appearance. This was their last concert for the year. They would be taking three months vacation following this gig.

He jumped at the touch along his shoulder; he was always a bit jumpy before a performance. The spiky redhead disregarded the response, his blinding smile matching the happy tone, “Merlin, Harry, this is incredibly brilliant, Hermione told me it’s sold out.”

Looking into the only feature that revealed his friend, familiar eyes of blue, Harry answered, “I heard it was sold out within the first two hours.”

Ron gasped, taking his own look into the audience and swallowing hard, murmuring, “Bloody Hell, Harry, now I’m as nervous as Neville was before Potions class with Snape.”

Harry jerked his gaze towards Ron and frowned at him, “What brought that up?” Ever since they’d left the wizarding world it was an unspoken rule to not speak of the past. It was odd that Ron had managed to bring up the one man who had many times followed Harry in his dreams over the years.

Ron shrugged, taking the question at face value even while continuing to look out into the crowd, “I’ve no idea, mate. Just sounded like something nerve-racking.” The redhead finally turned his eyes from the audience to his best friend. “Why? It’s not as if we’re not finally free of that greasy git.” Flashing a grin and dropping the subject of Snape altogether, “It’s hard to believe we haven’t been home in nearly seven years. Mum is all excited that Hermione and I are spending the next month at home. I bet she will be ecstatic when we tell the folks we’re finally getting married, and in three months. Plus I can’t wait to see the new burrow.” Ron had been sending money regularly to his parents, and with the extra funds they had rebuilt their homestead.

Harry was equally excited to be having some time off. He had refused the invitation to join them, he wanted to write some music and have some peace and quiet. And it wasn’t as if he wouldn’t see them, after all he had to be there for the wedding. Harry cast his friend an anxious look, hoping that his mum wouldn’t kill him after informing her of their plans to have the service in three short months.

“Harry! Ron! Where is Hermione? We have five minutes; we need you to be ready in two.” His manager caught up with them, as they both stood waiting for their cue to go on stage, in a near panic. Sandy blond hair and stocky built, his black suit was neat and professional, but than the man was always trying to look his best. He was a good Manager; he just tended to get on Harry’s nerves when something didn’t fall into place. This was the last concert and Vince was filled with nervous tension. The Producer of this event was a stickler of having everything perfect. And a missing member would be catastrophic, not to mention the loss of money for not providing what they’d promised. Harry and Ron they snickered under their breath, they realized how much pressure was on the man, but really he did go overboard at times. The scowl had them biting down their laughter, “Sorry Vince, Hermione…”

“…is right here,” The soft lilting tones came from behind Vince. She had finally come into her own, a beauty. Even with the glamour that hid her true features and left her cat like, she was a vision. The feline features were subtle; it fit her small narrow face to leave it attractive. Her bushy hair was far in her school days. Now it was long, straight, and the color of caramel cream. It flowed down her back to sway along the curve of her bottom under the tight, black spandex mini skirt. Black tights encased her slender legs, riding up shapely thighs under the high leather boots. A glittery tank top matching in color completed her stage outfit.

Each of them had chosen a representation, nearly a work of art on their faces, of what they felt would reflect their inner selves to the muggle world as a musical group. It didn’t escape any of their notice that each had picked something that was depicted from their school days.

Ron wore the face glamour of a Phoenix; his red hair was the perfect backdrop for the disguise. The delicate strokes of the magical brushes along his cheeks gave him a feathery look. So real that some had asked to touch it. The melding of gold and yellow complemented his coloring. He’d added a touch of glitter that made his hair sparkle under the stage lights. With each movement it flickered like licks of flame. He loved the effect. He wore a close cut pair of leather pants in red; the shirt was made of yellow silk. It revealed his tall, quidditch formed body to perfection. Ron wore the shirt a bit larger than his frame really required, but only in order for it to slip down a shoulder (accidentally, of course), or even gap open as the night wore on. Ron liked the way the audience screamed when he showed a little skin, though Hermione was not too fond of it – especially since they became engaged last summer.

Harry had the face of a black Cobra, his green eyes were magically spelled to look slitted (when he was asked he told them they were custom made contacts) and the now flowing onyx hair embellished the painted cobra scales along his features that were his face. While he’d never informed either of his friends, he was wearing the image of what he felt was his true house, Slytherin. That wasn’t to say they hadn’t questioned him on his choice. It had taken him a long time to decide on it, he hadn’t wanted anything to do with Voldemort, but in the conclusion the results were perfect for him. Both Ron and Hermione had to agree with him.

He wore tight black leather pants and a see through mesh shirt in the same color. It tantalized the crowd to a near screaming frenzy when peeks of his body would flash. And Harry didn’t object to the feel of the supple leather on his legs, it made him feel like pure sex. Mainly because he knew he wasn’t getting the real thing, that’s for sure. It wasn’t that he couldn’t have found a partner, but muggles didn’t interest him.

The costume department was more than happy with their choices. Harry, Ron and Hermione personally preferred not heating up under the lights to sweat like crazy. It wasn’t that wearing leather clothing didn’t get hot, but they had had to come to some sort of concession. They were selling themselves, and sex sold. And wearing heavy clothing was just asking for heat stroke. Especially after an hour or two of Harry dancing like mad on stage with or without Hermione, and Ron found being the drummer wasn’t just all fun and games. It was hard work!

The screaming crowd grew with cheering. The trio winked at each other and ran out to a thundering crowd of screams and shouts, and hot lights. Running to their places, Harry took up the mic, Ron to the drums and Hermione to the keyboard. A few more musicians followed to take their places on the guitars and three women as backup vocals. The crowd lowered their tones as the music began flowing.

*Some secrets need to be kept
Some stories should never be told
Some reasons shouldn’t be understood
They just might turn your blood cold

Who needs all the answers?
Who takes all the chances?
Who said the truth’s gonna save you?
When the truth could be dangerous

Like the way I feel
It’s alright to steal
What I need from you
Do what I have to do
Say what I have to say
Go where I have to go
And that’s dangerous
Dangerous to know

I was law unto myself
When you found me out on my own
Together
Nothing was sacred
Together
We were alone

Who needs all the questions?
Who lost their directions?
Who said a lie’s gonna break you?
When a lie could be dangerous

Like the way I feel
It’s alright to steal
What I need from you
Do what I have to do
Say what I have to say
Go where I have to go
And that’s dangerous
Dangerous to know

Ignorance is bliss
You’re safe when you resist
There’s no safety in a kiss like this
It’s dangerous…so kiss me

Kiss me

Like the way I feel
It’s alright to steal
What I need from you
Do what I have to do
Say what I have to say
Go where I have to go
And that’s dangerous
Dangerous

Some secrets need to be kept

The clapping and screams rose up like one as the last note faded. Lights flashed around the audience. Harry extended one fisted hand over his head, waving and smiled brightly, the crowd made his blood soar with excitement. His voice came across the mic as he introduced his group.

“I have Ron, the Red Phoenix on the drums!” Screams of ‘RON! RON! RON!’ a mantra of his name was cried up to the stage; Ron stood and bowed from his seat. His shirt slid down one pale shoulder and a wave of screaming women begged to see more skin commenced again. Laughing softly, the flickers from his hair added to the mass frenzy.

“And our lovely Cat Lady,” they had decided to ditch the name of Hermione because it wasn’t a common name used much, “Kitten, on the keyboard and vocal.” A pounding of feet and squeals and a calling out of her name lifted into the air. Hermione smiled, waving her hand in response.

“We have Tim and Ralph on guitar, and our lovely backup vocals, Trish, Monica, and Sylvia.” Another round of applause and whistles sounded around the large concert hall.

“And finally, myself, Emerald Eyes…” Like a blast of an explosion the sound level nearly lifted them off their feet. With a nod of his head Harry had them begin the next song before the mass of people got out of control. Taking up his mic, his eyes searched out one individual from the multitude of people, he always enjoyed finding someone striking and imagining that he was singing to them for the night. Not that he allowed the fans to receive less than 100% of his performance. Passing his eyes across the first section his eyes jerked back to see a sneer fixed on a face he hadn’t seen in over 6 years.

The man looked like he couldn’t understand what he was doing there. Looking at the others next to him, Harry nearly laughed; Hogwarts students. Dear God, it couldn’t be…the notes of the music hit his cue and Harry began belting out the lyrics, and as the song grew in tempo he shimmed and danced up and down the stage. Black strands of hair flew across his face and back with each jerk of his head. Slender hips and lean legs were moving in a sensual display of sex and masculinity at it’s finest. Making sure to keep those green eyes on his ex teacher Harry sent sizzling smiles in his direction.

His voice was sultry, sexy and sin itself, each lyric flowed past his lips like temptation resurrected. He gave his everything as he sang to the man sitting there staring up at him, and Harry stared back. Flashing a wicked smile, Harry teased him with the words of the song, seducing the Wizard with his music and lithe body.

Harry knew the man had no idea who he was, but the interest was there in those dark eyes.

When they left Hogwarts, Harry, Ron and Hermione were determined to make their own way in the muggle world, and had decided together to keep their personal life personal. It was only by chance when they were discovered at a contest. All of them hadn’t considered they wouldn’t have been able to find a job. It had been a severe blow to their ego's to think of having to return. They had agreed to use the money in Harry’s vault only for emergencies. Hermione had signed them up for a singing contest after having heard Harry singing one day. He’d complained and revolted, but she’d pushed until he’d finally agreed.

Harry wrote the music and lyrics and they had practiced for weeks before the performance. They had won the 500 pound prize, and one week later had gotten an offer for a contract for their new rock band. When asked what they called themselves it was unanimous, they became ‘Secrecy.’ They added the art work face masks later, in order to keep their identities from the Wizarding world.

Now looking towards the dark man and his charges sitting in the front row, Harry was surprised to find a warmth settle into his stomach. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to visit Hogwarts again. In the silence of his mind it whispered “and it wouldn’t hurt to see Snape again”.

*~*~*~*

“I absolutely refuse, Albus.” The firm set of his jaw indicated he wouldn’t be swayed.

“Now Severus, it would only be for one evening, and the 7th year students have their hearts set on going,” Cajoled the elderly Headmaster.

“Then they can un-set them because I’m not taking them to see some 2nd rate muggle concert.” The Potions Master snarled with hard black eyes. “Why can’t Minerva take them?”

“She doesn’t feel that would be a setting she would be comfortable in and the students…well, rather seconded the excuse.” Dumbledore’s voice was a bit sheepish in attitude.

“Then ask Lupin, the students appear to like him.”

“There is a full moon tonight and the next two days, Severus.”

He narrowed obsidian eyes, “Albus…” a low growl crawling up this throat. But the thought was pushed aside at the next words.

A long sigh came from the older Wizard, “Of course, Severus, how inconsiderate of me to expect you to take them, very selfish of me. I will inform your snakes that you can’t be expected to take them, and the few other students that won the competitions this past semester.”

Briefly the trapped Wizard closed his eyes, he hated this. In truth his house had won the majority of the prizes and it had been voted that the winners would be allowed to pick the prize, within reason. It had been in the form of purchasing tickets to a concert to an uprising group called ‘Secrecy.’ A muggle rock band, that under torture he’d never admit, but he enjoyed the music. He’d even snuck out one weekend and purchased a muggle device, batteries and the CD in order to listen to it in his rooms.

“Merlin’s blood, you will drive a person mad, Albus. Enough, I will do it!” Snape nearly hissed out the words past snarling lips.

The façade of meekness in Dumbledore’s tone had the younger Wizard giving him a sharp look, “You are too kind Severus, and I’ll inform the students this evening. And they will require dressing in muggle clothing, as well as yourself. I truly appreciate what you are doing for the students, Severus.”

The Slytherin curled his lips and jerked towards the exit before hearing the parting words, “The concert is this Saturday. I’ll have the portkey ready at 6pm; the concert begins at 8pm. I’m certain you will have a good time.”

Blinking in shock, Snape turned to see twinkling blue eyes. The old goat! That was tomorrow, and that meant he’d already premeditated when and who would be taking the students. It was little wonder that Lupin wouldn’t be able to take them to the concert! With a low growl he stomped from the office. Beware any student that had the bad luck to run into this incensed teacher now.

*~*~*~*

8 Slytherin, 3 Gryffindor, 2 Ravenclaw and 1 Huffpuff, students were waiting outside the castle waiting for their Professor to return. He’d gone to retrieve the portkey and tickets from the Headmaster, but not before that they’d had to suffer listening through the conditions for this evening. It had been strongly phrased that any student breaking any rule would have them all returning to Hogwarts. They had obediently accepted the rules; they wanted to go to this concert. Secrecy had become a popular group, even in the Wizarding world. There were rumors that the Ministry was receiving owls daily asking them to invite the band to do a concert, but so far nothing had come of it.

“Snape isn’t that bad, so stop the bitching,” Matthews, from Slytherin, muttered as the other students grumbled about the man taking them.

Piped up, Maggie from Hufflepuff, “It could be worse, it could have been McGonagall.

Groans came from all of them.

“There is that.” A Gryffindor exclaimed heatedly. “But why couldn’t it have been Lupin? He’s not a bad chap.”

“Look up Gryffindork,” Sneered Susan Wells from Slytherin.

They all looked up, and understanding hit them all, a ghost like full moon shone in the sky.

Michael Jones from Gryffindor chuckled, “You have to admit that the Professor looks rather hot in those black jeans. I didn’t even know he had muggle clothing.”

Giggles from more than half of the students joined him.

“I didn’t even know he had such a shapely bum.” Rebecca York, Ravenclaw, snickered.

“Oh God, that is gross, Becca, you were checking out his arse?” Mary Davidson gagged; she was from the same house as Rebecca.

Tossing her honey-gold hair with a flip like air she sniffed, “Oh don’t give me that, I saw more than a few of you checking the Professor out.”

More than a few students blushed at their thoughts.

Moments later Snape arrived, seeing the strange looks he paused than pushed it away, ‘cretins, the lot of them’, “Everyone touch the glove, and remember what I informed you earlier.” Seconds later they all vanished.

Striding into the crowd the tall dark haired man turned his head and sharply ordered, “Keep up! I won’t have any students claiming they got lost. Come along, the entrance is this way.”

Finally it was their turn after standing in line for nearly 15 minutes. Offering the tickets to the man at the door he, in turn, gave them fliers for other performances for the remaining year before they entered inside. That followed asking a young woman with a badge where they might find their seats, which was accomplished in a matter of seconds. Walking down the steps they neared the center of the stage; Snape was slightly excited, but made sure to not supply this bit of information to the students. Thoughtful, he wondered where the Headmaster had purchased such excellent seats. Front row, center.

“These are our seats. Now,” Those stern eyes gazing at each student as they arranged themselves in their seats, “is there anyone needing to use the loo or other such nonsense? Because I’m warning you beforehand that I’ll not have you run off like a pack of wild animals and become separated from me.”

“No, Sir, not me.” That was followed by other shaking of heads and voices claiming they were fine.

With a huff Snape took his own seat, taking in the flier in his hand he read it. A flicker of a smile went un-noticed as the other students talked between themselves. While he hid it well, Snape was rather looking forward to this concert. From the pictures on the CD cover he’d found the lead singer attractive. In some ways he reminded him of Potter, not the face, but the shape of his face and lean body, but that was pure foolishness, he’d been gone for over 6 years.

Seems when Potter gradated he’d left with his faithful friends in tow, they had followed him into the obscurity of the muggle world. Not that anyone knew exactly where they were. Or course there were theories, but that too was rubbish. They had heard from Arthur Weasley that the younger boy was doing well. So well in fact that the financial worries that plagued that family were no longer. The newly built house sealed the rumor that it was false down the preverbal commode.

Lights faded and screams echoed around the large building containing the concert. Snape flinched and scowled at these muggle, hormonal, teenagers that couldn’t control themselves. Turning to glance at his charges he curled his lip, they were no better. Strobe lights flashed, to nearly blind a person, over the audience and stage. A long sigh, ‘this was going to be a long evening.’

The first act barely kept his attention with the exception that he’d had to surreptitiously spell some earplugs to keep his sanity, if not his hearing. If he didn’t know better he’d assume these muggles were attempting to deafen them. The atrocious sounds coming from the stage set his teeth to grind, and if it were within his authority he’d have oblivated the band on stage to prevent them from ever playing an instrument for the rest of their natural lives. Cringing as another shriek from what he’d been told was an electric guitar infiltrated the earplugs. ‘Dumbledore owed him and he’d make sure the old fool knew it.’

*~*~*~*

Severus’ POV

‘Finally, and about time’, sitting up straighter in his seat, and pulling the earplugs free. There had been a 15 minute break before the stars of the night were to perform. Taking a look down the row of Hogwarts students he was appeased that they appeared to be behaving. Not that he wasn’t wary, appearances could be deceiving, being an ex Death Eater had taught him that much. ‘But, perhaps I can enjoy this. Not that I’d confess such a thing to Albus.’ A secret smirk at his thoughts his ears were suddenly abused by the exploded of people all around him screaming, the harsh ring in his ears nearly crippling even as he watched a single male run to the center of the stage to the mic.

Emerald Eyes, yes, he knew who that one was. He was followed by his cohorts, the one named Ron, at least by the description and pictures on the CD he’d purchased, settled behind the drums, and the feline woman moved more sedately to some large equipment that resembled a piano. Two more males took a position on either side of the slim male in the middle. There was movement in the back which he ignored while taking in the lead singer.

Before the cries of the audience could push out the remaining endurance on a certain Wizard before placing a silencing spell over the worst of them, at least those around him, strands of music throbbed out, and some semblance of order, if not quiet surrounded him.

Snape was riveted by the lovely voice added to the music. ‘This is better than listening to the songs from that small box device in my rooms.’ Those onyx eyes scrutinized the young man holding the mic, singing out with a pure and beautiful voice. Thoughtfully he wondered how they had come up with the designs painted on their faces. The next 30 minutes he listened until the last notes of the last set of songs faded, and the screams and clapping commenced once again. Following the song the boy at the mic introduced his partners. The level of the crowd grew deafening when Emerald Eyes, added himself into the introductions.

With a quick nod of the boy’s head the next set began. Those green eyes searching the audience, they gave the impression to be searching before befalling straight down at him.

Severus wasn’t sure when he’d begun to actually notice, because it could have been anyone around him. But those green eyes seemed to bore into his own, those sizzling smiles just for him. Those seductive moves by that beautiful male should’ve been outlawed because he could begin to feel the twitch of arousal between his thighs. It didn’t improve that which each move caused the already tight leather pants to outline the lean form, and that shirt, Merlin! He could almost swear he’d seen flashes of pale flesh, if not nipples, and one seemed to gleam with a silver ring. Licking his lips unconsciously Snape froze when the boy mimicked his actions and winked in his direction.

His face grew hot, no, Severus Snape did not blush. But that reptilian face, a work of art in his opinion, continued to fix itself towards his direction in every pass. He crossed one leg and sank back into his seat while watching the youth thrust, swivel and prance around the stage. The throbbing beat of the music and words just added to the attraction. It was just one moment in time, but at one point of the song the words flowed out and Emerald looked deeply into his eyes.
**And when you looked into my eyes felt a sudden sense of urgency
Fascination casts a spell and you became more than just a mystery
And I think about you all the time
Is this fate is it my destiny
That I think about you all the time
I no longer pretend to have my hand on the wheel because
I feel the magic all around you
It's bringing me to my knees
Like a wannabe
I've got to be chained to you

‘Get a grip on yourself man, he’s just singing a song for Merlin’s sake.’ Lust swirled in his belly even as his cock rose to the occasion. Shifting, wishing he was wearing robes because these jeans were growing a bit tight in the crotch. A tap on his shoulder had him whipping around to glare, a young female giggled and leaned in, and he nearly drew out his wand to hex her. But she whispered quickly before withdrawing, “You’re the focus for Emerald tonight, enjoy it!”

He had no idea what the presumptuous teen was talking about. A nudge from one of his snakes had him leaning down in his direction. “Professor, she’s correct. They say that Emerald always selects one from the audience to give his attention too. From what I’ve seen you’re the one tonight.”

Sending a searing glare, the student sank back into his seat and turned his attention back to the concert in a hurry.

In the end he was perceptive enough to admit it was true, that blasted man kept flirting and smiling in his direction. Every dance or move was suggestive and erotic to the extreme. Taking a deep breath he asked himself, ‘Why not enjoy it? We’re talking about a muggle here, and it’s not like I’ll ever meet him.’ Sitting up, he instigated to return each lusty look; desire sparkled in those midnight eyes. He permitted himself to show the yearning and hunger in his gaze, and he recognized exactly when the boy realized it. He stumbled on stage, but he saved it without anyone knowing, except one wizard in the crowd. Snape offered a smirk to Emerald.

*~*~*~*

‘Fuck, he got me good with that one look. Damn, I never knew Snape had it in him.’ Ending the last song before a short break Harry announced it prior to exiting the stage, people began rising up to stretch and use the facilities.

He took a towel from one of the staff and wiped his face of sweat; gladden to know his glamour wouldn’t come off.

Female laughter behind had him turning, “Harry, that was too funny. Who was it? I knew something happened when you stumbled.” Hermione was grinning even as she asked. Wisely she added in a stage whisper, “Found someone yummy to sing to this evening?” She grabbed up two bottles of water from the staff even as she offered him one. Each event had her praying her best friend would find someone to share his life with.

“Do you think anyone else noticed?” Cringing and wondering if anyone else had.

“Doubtful. I only was aware of it because I know you.” Hermione cocked her head to one said and purred, “So come on, tell me who got you so fluttered that you missed a dance step.”

“You wouldn’t believe it.” Joining her in a bright smile, taking the bottle and twisting off the top, he drank it down in one gulp. Wiping the back of his hand across his lips, “How about you get Ron and meet me in my dressing room? I have something to tell you.”

“Eh…sure, Harry.” Hermione knew something was up. “I saw him run to the loo, we’ll meet you there.”

With a wink, Harry rushed to his Manager talking to one of the Producers of the concert. “Excuse me, Vince? Can I have a second?” politely Harry acknowledging the other man before turning away for a private conversation.

“What did you need, Harry?” Vince asked softly. He managed the trio, but they had never really had a close or warm relationship. Even after nearly 7 years he still knew as little as when he’d first met them. In some ways he was lucky he knew their real names, but it was taboo for anyone to voice it during a concert. All three of them appeared to enjoy their fame and the money, but were close to paranoid to keeping their private life just that, private.

“In the front row, center, there is a gentleman with a bunch of students in attendance with him. I want you to go now and offer them backstage tickets. Make sure you have someone waiting to escort them.” Harry watched as his Manager nearly went into shock. They had never allowed anyone, no matter how important, to ever to go backstage. It had brought a lot of problems in the past, but their popularity won them this special consideration.

Gulping, Vince could only nod, “Ahh…sure, Harry. Right away, I’ll do it before the break is ended.” Turning to walk away he suddenly turned, “Could you tell me what he looks like?” His face continued to show how stunned he was.

“Black, shoulder length hair, and you can’t miss the nose.” Harry nearly laughed as the man’s eyes grew wide. “There are maybe over a dozen students, make sure they all are invited.” He knew that Snape would never accept unless the students were included, plus if he even thought of refusing, it would be more difficult with them begging to go.

“Right, black hair…nose. I’m on it, Harry.” Hurrying away and catching a member of the staff to organize the escort.

*~*~*~*

Vince strode from a back entrance off the side of the stage, followed by David, one of the stagehands. To say he was still in shock was a major understatement. He’d informed David earlier of the request and the young man’s jaw gaped even as his brown eyes widen. “Yes, I was just as shocked. Come along, I need to see what made Emerald change what I thought was a rule set in stone.”

Snape stood to stretch his legs while fixing his stern regard on four students requesting to use the facilities. “The remaining concert will begin in 20 minutes, I expect you to be back in your seats before then.” A deadly sneer with a cold promise of repercussions made the usually scrupulous Potions teacher ever scarier, “If you are not, we shall locate you and return back to school immediately.”

With hasty nods of agreement, Snape finally gave them his consent to go. They rushed off; neither of them desired a fate worst then death of having ruined the evening for the others.

Reflecting back on the actions of the lead singer, let alone his own, had Snape deep in thought, so it was rather startling to hear a male’s voice attempting to get his attention.

“Sir? Please, might I have a moment of your time?

Turning around quickly with his patent frown and sneer had Vince nearly stumbling back, thinking, ‘No, I must have the wrong man. There is no way…’ His Adams apple moved under the expensive shirt collar in nervousness. ‘This couldn’t be the right man.’ Just about to excuse himself and look further he looked towards David and noticed the teenagers all looking towards them. A quick furrow along his forehead and he recalled Harry said something about students, and the way they were seated quietly, if not sedately had him taking a second look. ‘Holy fuck …the nose!’ Vince jerked his eyes back to the dark, if not intimidating man. He’d never seen a more striking if ominous person in his life, and he’d been around some strange looking blokes before. You did in this business. But this one, ‘What the hell is Harry thinking?’

“Yes, man, speak up already!” irritation thick in his tone. The noise factor was a low rumble of thousands of people making it hard to hear.

“Pardon me Sir, but I’ve been instructed to offer you, and I’m assuming these young men and women are with you?” Cutting off the offer and secretly hoping he was in error. Vince waved his hand in the direction of the now curious teens.

Eyeing the man, and finding him lacking of any threat Snape arched an eyebrow, “I fail to perceive why that information would be any of your business.” Forestalling the protest he could see crawling up the man’s throat, he smirked at the fright in those eyes, “They are my students. Now you will acquit the reasons you needed to have that information.”

About to answer the four other teens walked up, they were also speculating on the two men standing and talking to their teacher. Politely, “Professor, we’re back.” Susan flicked a look at the two men and sat down in her seat, interested to know herself.

Snape nodded in acknowledgment.

“I apologize for any offense, Professor.” Having heard the young teen address the other man as such, he adopted the term. “As I was saying earlier, I’ve been instructed to offer you and your students’ backstage passes.” Turning to David and motioning him closer, “This is David, if you accept; he will escort you backstage after the concert.” The Manager waited for the delighted reaction that would usually follow after receiving such an opportunity. Sadly he was to be left unsatisfied.

Not by a flicker of eyes or expression on his face did the Wizard reward the man waiting for his response. Inwardly he was stunned; the byplay between them was only to have been a part of the entertainment, now he was being presented with the option of meeting privately with the young man. On the verge of refusing, and it trembled on his lips, the 14 Hogwarts 7th years stood up in mass and surrounded him. For once it didn’t signify that this was the most hated teacher in Hogwarts. This was a man that was going to get them backstage, and to the most popular rock band in Europe no less. This was beyond their expectations for the evening.

“Professor! This is marvelous! We get to go backstage?” Before the surrounded man could counter that statement the others begged and pleaded for him to accept.

A discreet cough, “Professor, tea and a light repast will be provided after the concert. Emerald would be honored if you and your students attended.” Vince knew he’d exaggerated a bit, but by the time he’d returned and made a few calls it would be truth. “The group might even be persuaded to play a few of their new songs.” Using temptation to sway the man, not that he believed this man could be convinced if he didn’t choose to.

The dark haired man couldn’t deny that he too was curious of meeting Emerald, to see if the sexual attraction could possible be more than a stage game. Without thought he heard himself speak, “Yes, I will accept.” After having said it he wanted to convince himself that one of his snakes had placed a spell on him. Glaring at them they hurried back into their seats, excitement if not anticipation of meeting their favorite singers lingering in their speech and laughter.

Their teacher was aware that they would have plenty of tales of this evening to provide their housemates tomorrow morning.

“Excellent, Professor, after the concert, just remain seated and David will come back to escort you backstage.” All smiles now, needing to return and make those calls, and to seek Harry out that the man was coming.

*~*~*~*

In his private dressing room Harry paced, the gentle knock had him pulling the door open to reveal Ron and Hermione. Waiting until the door closed behind them, and before they could ask, “Snape and Hogwarts students are in the audience.”

Ron’s eyes popped open, Hermione drew in a sharp breath.

“Do you think they know it’s us?” Hermione asked the most important question.

Gulping, Harry nearly strangled out the following words, wincing at seeing their faces pale, “I sort of asked Vince to offer them backstage passes. He’s gone to do that, I’m just waiting for the answer.”

“HARRY!” Ron shouted. “We made a pack to keep our identities a secret. You do recall our trade mark name, ‘Secrecy’?” Ron plopped down heavily on the couch situated in the lush and comfortable dressing room. His and Hermione’s were the same.

“Give Harry a chance, Ron. Maybe he has a reason,” the doubtful look in her eyes betrayed the idea.

Running his hands through his black hair Harry sighed, “I just saw him, and…” whispering nearly to himself, “All the old feelings came rushing back.”

“Say what, Harry?” Sitting up on the couch and glancing to his fiancé.

Sitting down by Ron on the couch, feeling his arm go around her slender waist, the young Witch caught on quickly, “I think we’ve found out why Harry hasn’t been in any relationships, Ron.”

Like a fish he opened and closed his mouth in shock, finally managing to croak out, “Your joking…right Harry?” The low whine and plead in his tone begging that it wasn’t true.

Taking a seat at his dressing table he leaned over, his head in his hands, “I’m sorry…but it’s true. I’m attracted to the greasy wanker.”

Laying a hand on her lovers arm she squeezed it in warning, Ron turned to her and she shook her head. Whispering quietly, “We don’t choose who we fall in love with Ron. And if Harry wants to do this, than I say we do it.” She smiled soothingly at him, leaning over to tenderly kiss his lips.

Still not totally convinced, “But…”

“Ron. We kept what we did a secret because we didn’t want to be a laughing stock if we failed. I believe we’ve proven we’ve made it. We have more money than we can spend, and fame, and only because they don’t know our real names or faces, we are still hidden.” Hugging the redhead around his middle, those brown eyes shining under the cat façade, “What does it matter anymore, Ron?”

“I guess, okay Harry. We’re your friends and if this is what you want…” Blue eyes met green ones.

“Thanks, guys. I really appreciate it.” Harry smiled.

A sharp knock on the door and a technician peeked inside the room, “10 minutes until show time, Emerald.” Taking in the other members he smiled.

“Thanks Albert, we’re on our way.” Once the door closed they stood up and gave a group hug.

“We made it, we succeeded, and I really believe we’ve accomplished something.” Harry stated softly.

A giggle sounded from the young woman, “Yes, you defeated Voldemort and hated your fame for it, but now…we make music that thousands enjoy and we revel in it. Each different, but this one more acceptable,” Hermione pulled back first.

“I enjoy this kind of fame because I didn’t have to kill anyone to have it.”

“Okay, enough, we have a show to finish and an appointment with a greasy git of a teacher.” Ron laughed under his breath, “I can’t wait to see the expression on his face when he finds out it’s us.”

They all laughed and exited the room to get on stage for the last performance of the year.

Harry was nervous, but determined that this time he wouldn’t run, he’d face his destiny, and hoped it was with a certain Professor.

*~*~*~*

Vince was on his way down the corridor when the members of Secrecy were walking in the direction of the stage. A bright smile flashed that he’s accomplished the task given.

Harry saw the look on Vince’s face and whooped with a stunned realization that Snape was coming, and ran towards the well dressed man, “He accepted? He really did?”

The laughing sounds of his two best friends sounded as they passed him by. Each extended a hand and touched him with a light gaze on his arm, “We’ll see you on stage, Harry.”

Harry nodded to Ron and Hermione absentmindedly while waiting to hear the details from his Manager.

“Yes, yes. He and his very polite company are coming backstage.” Itching to ask ‘why this man?’ But he only said, “I told him that we’d be serving some refreshments later.”

“Wonderful, Vince, that’s perfect. Make sure to serve tea and an assortment of sandwiches. I know how teens are always hungry.” Harry was nearly glowing, but a shout brought him down to earth.

“Emerald! You’re needed back on stage, 30 seconds!” screamed a woman wearing a headset and running towards them.

“Go Emerald, I’ll take care of everything.” Vince pushed him.

With his heart doing cartwheels he dashed towards the stage entrance, and if he the latter portion of the show was filled with an excess of energy and a rise of pure intensity, Harry knew it had everything to do with that man sitting there watching him.

The last number was sung, and after two encores they finally ended the event for the night.

Security rapidly moved to the front of the stage to prevent the screaming fans from attempting to heave themselves onto the arena where the members were exiting.

Harry placed the mic back in its holder, trying to see past the people moving in front of the one he was searching for. At last their eyes caught, fixing green eyes into the dark depths of midnight eyes he smiled leisurely. A quick look from his advantage caught the presence of David weaving his way towards the Professor and his party. Catching the Wizard’s gaze Harry lifted his fingers to show 10 minutes. Snape nodded in acknowledgement, and with another flashing smile Harry exited behind the lighting structures.

*~*~*~*

Harry rushed towards Ron’s private room, and prayed that Hermione was there already. After knocking sharply he heard a female voice calling to enter. Harry was wound up as tight as a rubber band and just as likely to snap. “Sweet baby Jesus, what was I thinking?!” He paced up and down the room, unaware of the other two watching with laughing eyes.

The voice of reason broke into his tirade of panic, “What’s the problem, Harry?” The lilting tones of Hermione, if not amusement, penetrated his panic-stricken mind.

“What will I say?” carding his trembling fingers through his hair, glitter drifted around him in an array of pixy dust. “How will I explain? The moment he knows it me he’ll flip!” tragic eyes of green meeting their grazes.

Ron surprised them both and came up with the answer, “Why do we have to tell them? We can just be our stage personas.” Shrugging with indifference, seeing their look he defended, “We’ve changed people, so allow Snape to know us as adults. Because we all know the Snarky bastard will never allow himself to see past our school days.”

So simple that both Harry and Hermione looked as if they’d swallowed a mackerel.

“You know, Honey, sometimes I underestimate you. That is a perfect idea.” Moving to close her arms around his middle and hug him tightly.

“About time someone around here appreciates me.” He huffed, a tiny smile of triumph shaping his mouth. Hugging his lovely lady within strong arms and looking to his still silent friend.

“You amaze me at times, Ron.” A dazed look in Harry’s face, “You really do. That is fucking sharp.” Tossing him a smile he shook his head and said, “Vince probably has the family and friends auditorium open, we will meet there in 10 minutes. If we keep our glamour on they will never know.”

Hermione turned her head, while holding her lover, and looked at Harry, “And our voices have changed since our school days. I don’t believe anyone will find us out.”

“That’s the plan than. Okay, meet you both in the room.” Exiting quickly to freshen up, wouldn’t be good to be all sweaty.

*~*~*~*

Snape and a line of students followed the man to a door leading to the back. David walked up to a Security guard at the door and spoke. The large man listened politely than opened the door to allow them to pass. Their escort waved them through until the last of them passed, then the door was closed and with it the sound of the spectators. Silence was golden, at least Snape thought so.

People stared as they passed, the teenagers were in awe, having never been behind the scenes, so to speak, and didn’t want to miss a thing. Everything was important; after all they would have to relive every little detail when they returned back to school. How the others would envy them. The Slytherins were already planning on how to work this moment to elevate themselves with their housemates. The night was young.

Stepping over large and small lengths of rope like objects they entered a hallway. David stopped half way down in front of a glass door and opened it, ushering them inside the bright room they looked around.

Large and elegantly designed in colors of neutral warm tones were stamped on this room. Couches aligned in a circular pattern to leave a semi, large empty space in the middle. Equipment and stools were already situated in the middle as if waiting for the performers. Along the back tables were trays of salads, sandwiches, condiments, different fruits and desserts. Plus two professional metal percolators with cups along the side, both were marked, one with tea, and the other with coffee. There was a large bowl filled with ice, sitting on top revealed muggle drinks and bottles of water.

“Please help yourself to the refreshments and take a seat. Emerald and his partners will be arriving in about 5 minutes.” David smiled at them before leaving.

Ellen said with a heady tone of reverence in her voice, “I can’t believe it; we’re really going to see them!”

Not even the fierce regard of their teacher could dampen their excitement; they began to attack the tables of food. They began grabbing up white disposable plates to fill with food, and drinks.

Glaring at the 7th years he growled, “You will not embarrass me, and don’t suppose that because we are away from Hogwarts that I won’t take points from you if you displease me.”

The now nervous teens looked at each other and back to their teacher to nod their understanding.

Talking among themselves their teacher wandered away to look out the large window into the city below them. Chastising himself for having been weak and agreeing to this bedlam. And it wasn’t that he didn’t want to meet this handsome man, because he did find Emerald attractive. Alright if he were truthful he was looking forward to it. But what if reality didn’t pan out and he was just an everyday muggle? Disappointment had a way of being a bitter pill to have to swallow. While more likely in his case, it would be disappointment, and it wasn’t like he was a prize for anyone with fame and beauty to want a man like him. Surely not? A sound had him turning to see the three performers of the night enter the room.

The students forgot their food and hurried to their side, their voices growing with excitement. Watching from the sidelines Snape was suddenly caught by that green gaze when the dark haired man looked up in his direction. A sexy smile grew and those green eyes smoldered with desire.

Excusing himself to leave the students with the other members of his group, Emerald walked unhurriedly towards the tall teacher.

*~*~*~*


The Star of the concert neared with a panther like walk, Snape was seized with the impression that he was being stalked, and by a worthy adversary. He blinked to shake the image away because such thoughts sent a certain portion of his body thrumming. He frowned with surprise when the young performer got closer and noticed that the man still had his stage guise displayed. A quick look established that the other members also wore theirs. So with a thoughtful perusal his intensely dark eyes caressed that sculptured face exhibiting a cobra image. Expecting Emerald to open the conversation he was rather caught off guard to hear himself say, “I thought you would have removed your makeup.”

Lying smoothly, “We usually would, except it would take about an hour to remove, and I thought your charges might enjoy seeing us in the full spectrum of rock stars.” His voice lower to a purr, “And I didn’t want to take the extra time waiting to meet you.

Arching an eyebrow and looking towards the wretched teens he scoffed, “And you would be correct.” Answering the first comment, but inwardly, ‘Dear gods, what have I gotten myself into? This man is sex on two legs.’

Perhaps the young singer saw the hunger sparkle in his dark eyes, maybe it was nervousness, or recalling the flirty looks they’d tossed back and forth, but whatever the reasons, that gentle chuckle mesmerized him. The sound was beautiful, sensually arousing and totally enticing. If he hadn’t known better he’d have thought the man were part Siren, born to lure men to their doom. However, this wasn’t a magical being, it was a muggle.

“…a seat?” Focusing his attention back to the smaller man he gracefully inclined his head in agreement. It was only now that he realized that Emerald was shorter by at least 3 or 4 inches. He portrayed as larger than life on stage, but when meeting him face to face Snape couldn’t help feeling a tinge of disappointment. But on further inspection, and he wasn’t positive, but there was a sort an aura or power surrounding him. He couldn’t explain it; he’d never experienced such a sensation in a muggle, ‘…could Emerald be a Wizard, or even not be aware of it?’ The mental argument ending with skeptical disdain, ‘What twaddle am I harping on now?’

Snape took a quick look from his chair to his students and saw they were seated again, eating and behaving. In the middle, the other two members had pulled up a couple of stools and were chatting with the teens, answering their many questions. They were enthralled, and Snape thought sarcastically, ‘If they had that sort of attention in classes’ there wouldn’t be so many dunderheads.’

Harry followed his ex teacher’s eyes to the 7th years until Snape decided to look back at him, silently they regarded each other until the young Wizard asked. “Did you enjoy the concert?” Mentally arguing, ‘that was so stupid, Harry!’

“Yes, I did in fact. I was surprised.” He didn’t express by even a twitching eyelash that he’d purchased the CD months ago. Nor explain that secretly he’d been looking forward to attending.

Stunned for a second Harry sat back and chuckled, “I guess I should be honored.”

Having caught onto the game the Potions teacher smirked, “Yes, I imagine you should be.”

“You know, I don’t even know your name,” hinted Harry.

“Nor I yours, with the exception of your stage name,” Onyx eyes fixed itself on a face that was a work of art more than just a guise for performing. He had a wistful desire to see what the man looked like under that cobra ensemble.

Harry ducked his head and turned away for a moment, a light flush rising up into his cheeks. How would he explain his name, he couldn’t use Harry. But than again he didn’t want to this visit to be totally of lies, he wanted a relationship with this man. A soft sigh and a twisted smile fixed itself on his mouth as he looked back and lightly laughed, “I don’t really use my real name, but for what it’s worth, it’s Harry.”

Snape swallowed hard, his eyes narrowed, but then something must have satisfied him because he gave a sharp nod. He answered the original question, “Severus Snape.” The name had at first shocked him, not only his name and having been thinking of Potter recently, but because this man had a resemblance to the boy. Logically the name of Harry wasn’t unordinary. Many people could lay claim to it.

“Well, Severus, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Harry smiled with yearning look.

A slight smile flickered of his lips before Severus responded back, “A pleasure to meet you as well, Harry.” A loud laugh had him directing his eyes to his students.

Following the look Harry leaned closer and whispered, “Would you like to chat in private? I’m sure they will be fine, and my friends can watch them for you.”

Totally stunned by the implication in the young man’s words, he slowly turned to Emerald, wondering, ‘Can it be he is *really* interested in me? I am not sure I could resist him, should he try to seduce me. But why would he? This is so ridiculous....Then he heard himself say, “Acceptable.”

“How about we sneak out to my private room and I’ll have Vince, my Manager, come in and give explanations to my friends and your students. That way they won’t be able to stop us.” A devious sparkle glittered in those green eyes, and then he winked. As if they were co-conspirators.

Standing up, he waited for Harry to join him. As they walked towards the exit they ignored the eyes that were surely following them, but no-one said a word.

*~*~*~*

The room Harry led him to was quiet, the beautiful ocean blue color scheme adding to the effect.’ Blue is said to be calming and relaxing. Severus watched as the young singer walked towards a fully stocked bar. He didn’t even hear Harry ask what he’d like to drink as his eyes and mind were focused on the back end of tight leather pants. It showed off Emerald’s arse perfectly. Mesmerized by the look in front of him, Snape almost forgot to breathe. ‘Fuck, if this is how I act when seeing his bum, I’ll surely die if he ever gets undressed.’

“Severus?”

Still riveted on the man’s body Snape gulped hard, his thoughts were jerked back to reality when he heard his name. Harry must have been talking for the last few minutes trying to get his attention, if the confusion on the handsome face was anything to go by. A light rush of color stained the taller man’s cheeks with embarrassment, Snape snarled out before thinking as was his method of defense, “What?!”

Surprise caught the young man and he frowned when he looked back, “Is everything alright? I thought you wanted to come here, but if I’m wrong, please tell me.”

Shaking his head, the shoulder length strands of inky black hair brushing the collar of his white dress shirt, Snape managed to answer, “No, I’m fine. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that.”

Harry silently accepted the other man’s apology, than asked, “I wanted to know if you’d like something stronger to drink.” Smiling softly, hoping to ease the lingering of tension, which minutes ago was palpable.

“Brandy. That would be appreciated.”

“Coming up, two Brandy’s,” Capable hands gathered two glasses and poured out the drinks. Harry joined the man sitting on the couch and extended the rounded glass to him, moving it in a gentle circle to get the amber liquid moving.

“How about a toast, to future friends?” a dangerous smile curved the performer’s lips even as he lifted his glass to sip.

Snape nearly gasped at the heated look, but murmured the correct response and sipped his own drink.

Never taking his eyes from Severus' face, Harry took the glass out of the other man's hand and placed it onto the table beside his own. He wanted to taste those lips so badly. Leaning over to capture them, Harry was pleased as he realized his partner was doing the same. They met in the middle, a first brush of lips. Shifting closer, Harry’s breath hot on Snape’s lips, then the young wizard extended his tongue to nip and lick at them. The taste and scent of brandy lingered on those yielding lips.

Severus’ eyes closed as the young man pulled him flush along the contours of his body, his lips still captured. Dazed by the sensuality of the heated kiss and the hard frame pressed against him, it operated like a strong current and he was caught and sucked into the vortex of passion.

Harry continued to suck, nip and kiss those tender lips, keeping the contact gentle and slow, loving how his ex Teacher’s responded. A mutual moan of pleasure rippled up between them. Hands slid and explored each others bodies, caressing over the panes of hard warm muscles, and flat bellies.

With faint gasps between them Severus’ lips wandering to a pale throat to suck. Snape shifted and pushed the smaller man back until he was lying horizontal on the couch, settling his body on top to pursue the sensations Harry initiated. Heated moans flowed up and past the singer’s mouth, those green snake eyes glittering with the bedazzling and searing heat of passion.

He wasn’t sure what was inspiring him, but the elder Wizard wasn’t going to allow it to fade, at least not anytime soon. He wanted this man, and Harry was so very willing.

Rock hard erections rubbed against each other through the fabric of their clothing. A heartfelt groan fell from the Slytherin, rocking his hips downward to retain that friction, the matching groan from the man below adding to the fervor.

Harry hadn’t thought to take it this far, but now that it was happening; he didn’t want it to end. Twining his hand through that dark hair he curled his fingers into it before bringing that intense mouth to his. Hunger and need throbbed through his body and he bucked upward with each downward rub.

Severus slid his hand down the mesh shirt and caught it at the hem, sliding his hand along that smooth hot flesh he nearly groaned out loud. Bracing on one elbow from the delicious body he pushed the shirt up and sharply inhaled when his eyes caught sight of the nipple ring. His whole being was focused on tasting that beaded flesh. With a lower of his head and extended tongue he prodded at the protruding nipple until he heard Harry whine and mewl with pleasure. A lascivious grin at finally having the upper hand he clenched his teeth on the ring and gently pulled. As if a doll with strings Harry arched sharply and groaned at the action. A muffled laugh sounded at that wet, taut nipple. Severus moved to its twin to suck, nip and lick generously.

The Gryffindor squirmed, shuddered and cried out, “Severus! Oh dear god, please…please…”

A lean hand hurriedly unfastened the leather pants and released the impressive cock, and with a curl of fingers around the firm column of flesh the wizard pumped it. Severus pressed closer to Harry, shuddering at the scent of arousal and sweat. Pressing his lips against the moaning man under him he plunged a tongue deeply within the warmth while he thrust his hips down in rhythm with his thrusting tongue. A muffled scream than wetness spewed over his fingers. Each breath heavy, his heart pounded out of control, and few more movements of his hips and his own cry of climax was freed with a toss of his head. Spent he sagged against the other man, too tired to keep himself up any longer, but kept his weight mainly on his elbows, trying not to crush the smaller man.

Severus looked at his lover and smirked with satisfaction at the sight of the younger man breathing deeply with closed eyes and a contented expression. He extended a hand to lightly brush sticky strands of hair from a moist forehead and suddenly froze. There, staring him in the face was a lightening bolt shaped scar. Hissing with fury he stood up and fumbled to arrange his clothing.

“Severus?” A slurred voice called to him. Sitting up on one elbow he blinked and asked, “What’s wrong Severus?”

Without looking at his ex student he growled low in his throat while he pulled out his wand. It had Harry sitting up in a panic. Mumbling a cleaning spell he tucked his wand back and hissed, “Harry Potter! Did you have a good laugh at my expense? Plan to tell your friends? I’m assuming those two in there are Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.” His tone was biting, those passion filled eyes now burned with fury.

“It…it wasn’t…,” The Gryffindor was stuttering with shock. He stumbled to his feet and quickly fixed his clothing, uncaring that it was wet with his seed and sweat. His identity was exposed so he surrendered the reason for having the glamour and with a flick of his hand the cobra image vanished to leave his emotions exposed on his face for Severus to witness. Pleading earnestly, his tone husky with sadness, “Please Severus; allow me to explain, please?”

“I don’t want to hear it, Mr. Potter. The less you say the more satisfaction in it.” Snarled the teacher even as he walked to gather his charges and return to Hogwarts. He only hoped he’d be able to push this night far back in his mind and never have it return.

Green eyes reflected the sadness Harry felt, but with nothing to lose he darted to stand in front of the door. Unyielding and determination shone on his face. Needing this man to understand Harry reverted to the customary titles such as the Potions Master recently did by calling him ‘Mr. Potter,’ “You must allow me to explain Professor; I never meant this as a trick or a joke.” The terrible look of anger nearly had Harry cringing away, but with foolhardy courage he stood firm. Explanations would take too long, and he laid his cards on the table, if Snape decided to ignore it, he would have at least known that he’d tried. “I love you Severus Snape, I have since sixth year.”

“Spare me,” Snape said, looking down his nose at the man blocking his way with a flinty look of skepticism.

Seeing the disbelief in his oppositions dark eyes forced Harry to continue, “You would have never believed me than, anymore than now. If you were really honest you’d admit you did feel the attraction between us tonight. But until you found out who I was we were on equal ground, then suddenly you know its ‘Harry Potter’ and you want nothing to do with me.” He ran his hand along his face, the despondent look appearing on his features after his confession. His voice was so low that the teacher leaned closer to hear, “I just wanted a chance, just one chance with you. So hate me if you want, but I still believe that we have a lot in common.” Stepping away from the door, he felt as if he’d lost something precious.

Severus fought the flood of inspiring hope, it was a weakness. Hope was a lost cause of emotion; he’d learned that early in life, so the internal battle raged even as he gritted out, “What do you think we have in common, Mr. Potter?”

“Our background, we’re Wizards; we fought on the same side. We’ve known pain from our family, and death of friends.” He blinked back tears when he thought of Hagrid and Neville. “We both know what it feels to be alone, and not trusting that we’re wanted for ourselves.” He looked at Severus earnestly, his eyes pleading silently with his former teacher.

The taller Wizard pressed his lips together even as he grew thoughtful. For a fraction of a second he lowered his head. Then answered, grudging respect in his voice, “Perhaps I have been too hasty.” Stern black eyes looking at Harry, “Just understand, this doesn’t mean I’ll instantly like you Potter.”

Hope glowed on Harry’s face, “I just want a chance Sir.”

The internal battle had resolved itself; he had to admit to himself that he wanted this, and in doing so had literally subjected himself to a leap of faith. His tone was still a bit angry, but it had gentled, “I feel, after what has transpired between us, that you can call me Severus…Harry.”

They retook their seats and quietly talked, taking up their drinks from the table like nothing had happened. So the evening continued until a soft knock sounded on the door.

“Come in.” Harry stood up and glanced at his watch to see it was past midnight.

“Emerald?” Ron’s head peeked in hesitantly, “Its late mate, and the students are getting tired.” A silent speculate of what events transpired between Harry and their ex Professor would go unanswered until Harry was alone with him and Hermione.

Severus stood up and took in the features of his ex-student, “Whatever gave you the gumption to take the Phoenix as your costume, Mr. Weasley?” Finally some retribution of this night swept through him as Weasley’s jaw dropped and he began to stammer.

“Wha--t? How?” He gulped hard.

“Mr. Weasley, is that how you address your Professor after 6 years?” The sinister smile of the past had Ron on the verge of crying.

“I’m—I’m—sorry Sir…Professor Snape.” Swallowing hard he quickly ended the conversation. “I’ll be with the students.” He turned around, slammed the door and rushed back to warn Hermione.

Harry was laughing at his side and it had him smiling, “I’m delighted to know I can still make them turn gibberish with fear.”

“I’m sure Ron will place the blame on me,” Harry commented, still chuckling at the mental image of Ron stumbling over what he wanted to say.

Taking the initiative Severus gently pulled the smaller man into his arms, smiling wickedly as the surprised look, “I’m willing to give us a chance,” He placed two fingers on Harry’s lips to stop the outburst of happiness, “I must return to Hogwarts. While it’s vacation time for you, it’s not for me.”

Whispering past the lean fingers touching him in a strategically ideal place he mischievously gave them a naughty lick with his tongue, “I could visit you? It’s sort of past time for me to return to the Wizarding world.” A bright, happy smile made Harry more radiant than the sun.

Seemingly thoughtful, Severus slid his hands down Harry’s back until they cupped the tight bum, leaning against Harry’s pliant, warm body and whispered, “I will not only expect it, I demand it. You will stay with me, and we’ll see if a relationship can come of this.”

Grinning broadly, “It will be my pleasure, Severus.”

“As it will be mine,” Severus whispered before he leaned down to seal their promise with a deep kiss. He was floating in the pleasure of having this man want him, and it didn’t hurt that he wanted him too. Pulling back from the hot kiss allowed his forehead to touch Harry’s and sighed.

“What’s wrong Severus?” Worry showed clearly in Harry’s tone.

“Nothing really, I’ve just been thinking that the old coot will probably take the credit for this evening.” Another long sigh, “Also there is the fact that I’ll be obligated to witness those damn eyes twinkling like a star gone nova.” Sighing in distress and wondering how long it would take before he’d hex the old man. Holding his lover close, absentmindedly he rubbed Harry’s back in slow caresses.

Soft laughter sounded against Severus’ ear, “We’ll tackle him together. In fact ... how about we do a concert for the school and don’t tell him who we are until we’re on stage?” Harry suggested before he placed a kiss to a pale throat and relaxing in Severus’ arms, feeling safe and secure.

A flicker of interest glowed in Severus’ dark eyes. “I believe that is a plan that will be acceptable,” Holding his lover close, a mysterious smile made his visage look softer even as he thought of the Headmaster’s expression when he realized who the members of the most popular rock band in Europe were.

Harry looked up and was fascinated at how the smile made this man even more beautiful. Clutching him close he smiled back, reveling in the knowledge that he was holding his future in his hands.

~fin~

*Lyrics: Hillary Duff
**Savage Garden

A/N: This story, while complete, isn’t really polished. At least that’s what I felt about it. I was on a deadline and had to push it out in a hurry. Fest’s are like that. ~Smiles~ I’m not sure if I’ll do more with what I’ve done or just work on the sequel, but time will tell. Any good, constructive criticism will be helpful and wanted. So bye for the moment. ~Winks~