Beautiful Stranger

With a barely concealed sigh, Severus turned his head away from Draco and let his gaze sweep the Great Hall. For the past hour, Draco had flirted shamelessly but his attempt at seducing the stoic Potions Master was doomed to fail. Severus didn’t want him and he had communicated that in absolutely every way short of telling him flat out, but the Malfoy heir seemed unable or unwilling to grasp the concept that somebody could possibly not want him.

Severus wondered for the hundredth time that evening, why he had even come up, and even more important, why he was staying. Both questions were quickly answered. For the first time in his life, Severus had absolutely nothing to do. Voldemort was gone, defeated only a week ago; all the wounded of the final battle had been brought to St.Mungo’s and Severus wasn’t needed to brew potions for them. Or more accurately, the Headmaster had forbidden him to do so and told him to rest. Lessons had been cancelled a week before the Dark Lord’s attack and the school had been turned into a shelter for students, families and other magical beings that needed protection. Severus had of course thought that he finally had the time to do some research, now that he had the time, but he had found that every time he tried to, his mind went strangely blank.

So without an evil wizard to fight, papers to grade, lessons to prepare or research to do, Severus had found himself bored enough to attend the Halloween celebration. He even wore a costume, thinking it would be amusing to fuel the rumours with this minor change but he doubted that anybody but Draco and the Headmaster had seen it so far. With an inward chuckle he ran his tongue over his teeth, feeling his newly sharp, long canines that would have made a real vampire proud. Maybe he would leave them on for a while to scare the younger students, he thought before Draco’s hand on his knee broke his musings.

“Severus, are you listening to me?”

Irritated, the Potions Master freed his knee from Draco’s grasp and looked at the boy who wore a very convincing costume of an Egyptian slave, which didn’t leave much to imagination. Tonight even more eyes rested on him than usual and Severus already knew that Draco would haunt many dreams that night.

“Don’t touch me. And no, I was not listening.” Severus hissed and much to his satisfaction, Draco’s smile faltered. A murmur went through the crowd, loud enough to make Severus look up to see what had caused it.

His eyes came to rest on a witch that stood just inside the doors, currently looking around the Hall as if she was looking for someone. The woman had long dark hair that fell in waves over her shoulders. Her cream coloured dress, which touched the floor, was cut to show a slim torso and was a little wider around the hips. However beautiful the body, most striking about this stranger were her eyes. They were of a blazing green that seemed to ooze energy, mesmerizing instantly.


~*~

Once again, all eyes were on him as he entered the Great Hall but this time, Harry Potter didn’t mind at all. He felt confident and was determined to enjoy his last Halloween as a student of Hogwarts.

He let his gaze sweep the Hall, instinctively looking for his two best friends, only to realize that they would not recognize him like this. Quickly changing plans, he walked over to the buffet, planning to get himself a glass of champagne.

On his way he was pleased to notice that he was able to walk gracefully in his pumps and that he could even add a little sway of his hips. The silk of the dress was incredibly soft against his skin, like a soft caress that made his skin tingle just slightly.

He took the glass that was held out to him by a house elf and sipped it, leaning his hip against the table as he scanned the Hall a second time. It didn’t take long to spot Hermione’s bushy curls and Ron’s red hair among the crowd. Hermione wore a tasteful medieval dress, which complimented Ron’s matching attire. He smiled as he watched his friends kiss each other soundly, happy that they had finally found each other.

Not far from them, he spotted Neville and Luna, seventh year’s new couple, who wore something that Harry couldn’t quite make out, but he wasn’t surprise that he couldn’t. Luna had always been a little different and he assumed that she had chosen both of their costumes. Neville was currently beaming at Luna while simultaneously trying to glare at Seamus who was inching closer his girlfriend.

With an amused chuckle, Harry moved on and watched his Head of House dance with Remus Lupin who had been at Hogwarts as an Order contact. Tonks was chatting excitedly with Madame Hooch; her hair was an explosion of colour that made Harry smile.

At last, he directed his gaze at the small tables that stood besides the dance floor, most of them occupied by dining couples and several teachers. His eyes stopped when they met Severus Snape’s and he felt his heart skip a beat, just like it always did when he looked at his Potions Professor only that for the past months it had skipped for completely different reason than in the six years before. Snape seemed to be completely oblivious of Draco Malfoy who was watching him with lust filled eyes and sitting so close to him that Harry felt jealousy flare inside his chest.

After drinking the last few drops of his champagne, he handed it back to a house elf, who promptly offered him a new one. Harry thanked the creature and slowly made his way over to Snape’s table. A sincere smile came to his lips and he was pleased to see Snape’s eyes widen for a spilt-second.


~*~


As the young witch came closer to their table, Severus couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to him. Since when did women affect him? He decided it didn’t matter when luscious lips stretched into a bright smile that made her eyes shine even brighter, and Severus forced himself to stay still, keeping his face neutral.

Much to Severus’ surprise, Draco sprang to his feet and pulled a chair out for the stranger but she smiled and took the chair next to Severus. Draco looked as if he was about to start pouting but Severus ignored him.

“Good evening Professor Snape.” A soft, melodious voice said, sounding somehow familiar.

“Good evening.” He answered politely, still trying to figure out the young woman’s real identity. After a few seconds of silence during which he watched small hands raise the glass to her lips, he opened his mouth to speak again but she cut him off.

“Are enjoying the celebrations, sir?” Green eyes darted to the figure besides him and Severus remembered that Draco was still there. The blonde smiled his best smile and leaned closer to them which irritated Severus but not as much as it had done earlier, now that he was no longer the centre of the slave’s attention.

“Not overly so but I admit that it could be considerably worse.” Severus said with a pointed look at the young Slytherin who seemed completely oblivious.

Green eyes twinkled with amusement and the young woman turned slightly in the chair to watch the other students.


~*~


Still smiling at Snape’s answer, Harry noticed that he could be found fairly often. A very young blonde Harry Potter helped himself to some ice cream at the buffet, three Harry’s were currently dancing and several others were scattered throughout the large room, most of them first to fourth years. With a sigh he thought that it was only natural so shortly after his victory over Voldemort but he still didn’t like it, didn’t like the attention it brought to him again.

After another sip of his champagne, he turned his head towards his teacher again. He was mildly surprised that Snape had not asked for his name. Malfoy was staring openly at his breasts, Harry noticed with an internal smirk. Those were a real piece of art, he thought to himself. They felt soft and warm in his hands, as if they were real but when it came down to it, his breasts were nothing but a very convincing illusion. The spell that kept up this illusion was will controlled and Harry thought about taking it off just to see the look on Malfoy’s face but decided against it. He hadn’t gone through the trouble of learning different glamours and spells, and brewing a rather difficult potion to play with Malfoy, but to finally get the attention of a certain potions master. He had to admit though, if only to himself, that he liked the costume.

Snape arched an eyebrow elegantly and Harry realized that he’d been staring. He gave a shy smile and was awed when he saw Snape’s eyes soften a little. He found himself thinking frantically for something to say but Malfoy interrupted his thoughts.

“Merlin, they all want to be Harry bloody Potter, isn’t it just pathetic?” He spat with a disgusted look on his face.

“Which one is the real Harry?” Harry asked, trying to contain his grin.

Malfoy waved a hand in the direction of Luna and Neville and shook his head with an exasperated sigh. Harry tilted his head to the side and looked at the young boy who was standing besides his friends. Before he could comment, Snape’s deep voice cut in.

“You’re wrong Draco, that is not Mister Potter. That one is smaller; his hair is not dark enough and not even close to the bird’s nest on Potter’s head. If I am not mistaken, he has not made an appearance yet”

It was Harry’s turn to raise his eyebrows and give his teacher a curious look, surprise showing on his face “You can see that from the distance?”

“I’ve been trying to teach him for almost seven years now, I’d recognize him.”

“I’d say that you taught him a great deal, seeing that he defeated Voldemort. That is, if the rumours about the private tutoring he received from you are true.”

Snape’s snort was the only answer he got as Blaise Zabini strode over to their table and greeted them cheerfully. His dark eyes rested on Harry for a moment before he turned his attention on Malfoy. After a short, flirty conversation, the blonde was swept off to the dance floor.

“I didn’t know Malfoy was gay.” Harry said, puzzled look on his face. Snape’s eyes narrowed on him as he answered.

“I hardly think that Draco cares too much about the gender of his partner.”

“Why’s that?

“He is a Malfoy after all, disinherited or not.”

Harry frowned slightly, not seeing Snape’s point. “And that means what?”

“For a Malfoy it is more important to have a wealthy partner who is a pureblood than one of the ‘right’ gender.” Snape said with a look that said that the answer should have been obvious.

“But Zabini isn’t a pureblood, is he?”

“He is not but then Draco certainly does not plan to spend the rest of his life with him.”

Much to Harry’s relief, a house elf offered them more champagne and spared him from having to answer. Both politely declined and watched the floor for a while, occasionally commenting on this student or that.

An hour later, Harry was mildly surprised to find himself engaged in a lively discussion with Snape, Malfoy and Professor Flitwick. The topics ranged from the Ministry’s politics over Draco’s plans for the future to Quidditch, which was quickly abandoned when Harry saw the look on Snape’s face. As the conversation drifted to the latest discoveries in the potions field, Harry leaned back in his chair.

The music had picked up a bit and he tapped one elegantly clad foot in time with the rhythm as he watched the instruments that played of their own accord. He felt eyes on him and turned his head, tossing his long locks over his shoulder. Before he could say anything, Snape held his hand out to Harry.

“Would you like to dance?”

Harry blinked. Then he blinked again as his mouth opened a few times. Just as Snape’s hand was about to retreat, he reached out and took it with a bright smile.

“I’d love to!”

As Snape led him to the dance floor, he was again aware of being watched but he found that he didn’t care. Snape’s question had caught him completely off guard and his mind was still trying to proceed what was happening. They stopped; Severus turned him and wrapped one hand around Harry’s waist, the other grasping his hand gently.

“I- I don’t dance very well, Professor.” Harry managed to stammer as his body reacted to the physical contact despite his best efforts.

“Don’t worry, I do.” Severus smiled a smile that made Harry’s eyes widen, not only because he saw the long teeth. Before he had the chance to comment, a new song started and he was surprised to hear the first tones of a Viennese waltz, a dance that he thankfully knew. Not a second later, Snape started to move, sweeping him across the floor along with four other pairs.

At first it felt awkward to dance with another man, feeling his magical breasts press against his teacher’s chest but soon Harry’s mind focused completely on the man who was holding him, guiding his every movement, turning him this way and that. He couldn’t take his eyes off Severus’, captivated by the energy he saw in the dark depths. Warmth tingled through his whole body and he had the chance to think how ridiculously romantic their situation was before he melted into Severus’ arms and forgot where they were.

The music changed to a tango and soon they were the only pair on the dance floor, watched by students and teachers alike, who were still shocked to see their supposedly evil potions master dance with the beautiful stranger.

Severus’ arm around his waist caught him as he miss-stepped and pulled him closer. The small movement brought his hips in contact with Severus’ and he watched in numb horror as dark eyes widened and then narrowed to slits. He tensed even more as Snape, never stopping their dance, leaned forward, his lips close to Harry’s ear.

“I am surprised that you are able to dance in these shoes, Potter.”

Harry was too shocked to come up with a reply, his heart hammering frantically in his chest. Snape was going to kill him, of that he was sure. But when he looked at Severus’ face, he wasn’t certain what to think. The man looked almost amused, a strange glint in his eyes.

“You should have done something about your eyes, Mister Potter; they give you away too easily.”

Severus’ breath against his ear caused a shudder to run through his body. He swallowed hard.

“I-I’ll try to keep that in mind, sir, in case I ever want to do this again.”

He received only a slight smirk in answer. The last tones of the song rang out and Severus slowly bent him backwards, his face only inches from Harry’s, dark eyes boring into him as hands on his back and his thigh supported him.

When they came back to stand up, Severus’ made to let go of him but Harry held on.

“Professor, I don’t think I can get off the dance floor without –uhm…embarrassing myself.”

He whispered, blushing a deep shade of red. Snape smirked at him and murmured a word that Harry didn’t catch. The tingle of magic around his crotch had him biting his lip. He looked down and let out a sigh when he saw that a strong glamour hid his arousal. He breathed his thanks to Snape who nodded and held out his arm for Harry to take and led him off in the direction of the table in the back they had occupied earlier. Harry followed Severus, even as the man led him past the table and they moved to a small side door that led into a small corridor, which ended in one of many gardens of Hogwarts. Before he could say anything to complain about the temperature outside, he was pushed against a stone pillar, heavy warmth of his teacher’s body against his front.

“Tell me Mister Potter, what was the purpose of this lovely little costume?”

Once again, warm breath ghosted over his skin, contrasting with the cool breeze of the night, making him shiver visibly. His hands came up, one grasping Severus’ biceps and the other resting on a slender hip. He forced himself to meet the other wizard’s eyes as he answered.

“This.”

He leaned forward slightly and touched his lips to Severus’ gently, nervously waiting for a reaction. He let out a small sigh when Severus lips moved against his and relaxed into the kiss. The explored each other slowly with tongues and hands, caressing and stroking slowly. Harry started slightly as long fangs scraped over his tongue, almost sharp enough to draw blood. He drew back with a smile on his lips, delighted to see Severus’ cheeks flushed. He raised one hand and touched the other man’s canines with a finger.

“You really like to scare your students, don’t you? There are rumours about you, you know. Some think you are a vampire.”

Severus smirked and leaned forward again, tracing soft kisses along Harry’s jaw and down his throat. He chuckled at the sharp intake of breath as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin under his lips.

“You’re right, I enjoy it immensely.” Harry’s head tipped back, granting him greater access to soft skin, which he sucked, licked and kissed enthusiastically. “Do you believe those rumours; Harry?”

A tingling feeling settled in his stomach as he heard his name from his teacher’s lips and Harry ran his fingers through dark hair that proved to be not as greasy as it looked.

“No, I never did.”

Severus looked into Harry’s eyes again. “Good. Let’s take this to my quarters, I don’t want you to catch a cold and then blame me.”

“I wouldn’t-“ Harry’s protest was cut off by warm lips on his and before he could say anything more, Severus practically dragged him inside again. He was led through seemingly endless corridors before the older man came to a stop in front of a large painting. Moments later, he found himself in a cosy room with surprisingly comfortable looking sofas, a few tables, a large fireplace and several well-filled bookshelves.

“That’s nice.” Harry had time to say before he was pushed down onto one of the sofas and covered by a tall body. Dark eyes narrowed on his, amusement visible in them.

“You did expect me to sleep in a coffin!”

Harry laughed and pulled Severus’ head down for a kiss that quickly became heated as their hands roamed each other’s still clothed bodies. Harry fumbled with Severus buttons while the other man continued to explore Harry’s throat and slowly slid out of reach of the Gryffindor’s hands and to the floor. He knelt between Harry’s spread legs and grasped one foot gently, untying the delicate laces of the high-heeled pump. He gently rubbed Harry’s aching foot with one hand while he freed the other, receiving a grateful groan from Harry. Severus let his hands and lips explore the skin of Harry’s legs, pushing the hem of the long dress up and kissing his way upward. His hands slid along the insides of well-muscled thighs and the young man pushed into the contact with a moan. Lips and tongue followed the path of his hands and soon Harry was begging for more, begging Severus to touch him, to take him. The older wizard, panting harshly, picked the raven-haired boy up and carried him through another door into his bedroom.

As soon as he was set down gently on the bed, Harry pulled the dress over his head, revealing his body to Severus’ eyes, which took him in greedily. With a wave of his wand, Severus opened the buttons of his outer robe and his shirt and quickly let them drop to the floor. Another flick of his wrist and his fangs disappeared. He climbed onto the bed next to Harry and pushed him flat on his back. His fingers slid over the magical breasts, feather light touches as if he was afraid to touch them. He flicked one nipple with a thumb, eliciting a throaty moan. A frown appeared on his face before he locked his gaze with Harry’s.

“Take them off. The glamours, the spell, everything. I want you and not a costume.”

Harry nodded and reached for the dress, pulling his wand from a hidden pocket. One wave and his hair was short again, a second wave and his voice was an octave deeper than before. He closed his eyes and concentrated on removing the final spell and a sharp intake of breath told him that it was done.

Harry opened his eyes only to squeeze them shut again since Severus had leaned down to take one nipple into his mouth and flick it with his tongue, while his other hand pinched the second nipple into hardness.

“Gods, Severus, I want you!” Harry choked out, his own voice sounding slightly unfamiliar to his own ears. He could feel the other man’s lips stretch into a smile on his skin as they moved lower, following a dark trail of hair that disappeared in his pants. Thumbs pulled his underwear down slowly as a warm, wet tongue dipped into his navel. He heard more than saw Severus rummage through the nightstand and pull out a jar of lubricant.

He raised his head and looked as Severus just as the older wizard’s lips encircled the head of his hard cock and gripped the covers hard as he cried out and his hips jerked upwards. Strong hands gripped his hips firmly, effectively holding him down and leaving him to beg. His hands carded through long strands of hair again as a stream of incoherencies fell from his lips. Familiar pressure built low in his belly and just when he thought he would come, Severus pulled back and closed his hand around the base of Harry’s leaking cock.

He cried out loudly from frustration and desire as he lay on the bed, trying to catch his breath. Severus manoeuvred them on the bed so that Harry’s head came to lie on a pillow. The older man knelt between his legs and took hold of Harry’s chin, waiting for him to open his eyes. When green eyes finally found his, he leaned forward and kissed reddened lips quickly.

“Harry, have you-“

“Yes. Please Severus, I want you, I want you so badly! Please!”

Severus swallowed hard and nodded, coating his fingers with lubricant from the jar he had set aside earlier. Carefully he inserted one, then two fingers into the tight entrance to Harry’s body, scissoring them and pushing deeper, searching for the sweet spot that would send darts of pleasure through the young body. Harry’s eyes never left his as he pushed onto Severus’ hand, urging him to go deeper and faster. When they fluttered shut and a loud moan echoed through the bedroom, Severus was sure that he had found what he’d been looking for and, after a few more strokes, pulled his fingers free to replace them with something considerably larger.

“Look at me.”

He held Harry’s gaze as he slowly pushed inside, mesmerized by the play of emotions in the green depths. Pleasure, pain, desire and something else battled for dominance until he was fully sheathed inside his lover and began to move. Thrust by thrust, he could feel the muscles around him relax and soon Harry wrapped his legs around Severus’ waist, pulling the man deeper with each stroke.

Harry reached up again to pull his lover down for a heated kiss, their tongues mimicking the movements of their bodies as the pace became faster and faster. Severus broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Harry’s as he pushed one hand between their bodies to grasp and stroke Harry’s cock in time with his thrusts. The younger wizard cried out and after one more stroke, spilled his seed between their bodies. The clenching muscles gripped his cock tightly and after two, three urgent thrusts, Severus’ own seed flowed from his cock into his lover’s hot channel.

With the last bit of strength, he pulled out of him carefully before he collapsed next to Harry and pulled him into his arms.

They both lay panting, Harry’s arms wrapped around Severus in a strong grip as if he was afraid to let go. He blindly kissed the skin under his lips, the soft touches interlaced with soft puffs of laughter.

“Gods, Severus, that was amazing! I-I-“ At a loss for words, he leaned up again and locked his lips with Severus’ again, trying to communicate his feelings with the kiss.

After several long minutes, they broke apart slowly and Severus ran a hand through Harry’s messy hair gently while he looked at him thoughtfully. He received a bright, sleepy smile and felt the corners of his mouth tug up.

With a content sigh, Harry laid his head on his lover’s shoulder and closed his eyes. He drifted to sleep quickly but Severus continued to watch him for a long time before sleep took him, too.

Harry woke to the unfamiliar feeling of being encircled by strong arms and having a warm body pressed against his back. Before he could revel in the feeling of being held like that, a loud knock sounded through the dungeon quarters, startling him fully awake and the man behind him as well.

Swearing under his breath, Severus all but jumped out of his bed, grabbing a bathrobe that lay over the back of a chair.

“You stay here and don’t even breathe!”

With that he hurried out of the room and slammed the door behind him so hard, that it sprang open again. Harry got up and pushed it until there was only a small gap left through which he could see.

“Good morning Severus!” The Headmaster’s voice called out cheerfully and Harry’s breath caught in his throat. He would be expelled and Severus would lose his job. He felt his knees go weak as he fought to remain silent.

“Good morning Albus. What brings you here?” Snape’s voice sounded like it always did, very controlled.

“I’ve come to collect the potions Poppy asked you to make for the infirmary. I assume you have finished them already?”

“Ah, yes, of course. Wait here.”

Harry heard a door open and close.

“Is that all?”

“Did you enjoy the party last night, Severus?”

“You know that I don’t like them Albus, you needn’t ask.”

“Ah well, yes. What happened to that gorgeous student you danced with?”

Harry’s throat was suddenly completely dry.

“I assume that she left.”

“Did she now? I would have thought you’d taken her down here with you.”

“I would not take a student ‘down here’ with me, Albus.”

“Well, as long as said student is above the age of consent and does not take Potions anymore, there is nothing wrong with it. All with due discretion of course. But since you have decided against it, that doesn’t matter, does it?”

Harry listened carefully for Severus’ reply but nothing came forth.

“I won’t bother you any longer. Thank you Severus, have a nice day.”

A door opened and closed again. Seconds later, Harry hurried into the main room of the Potion Master’s quarters and came to stand before the man who had a rare expression of mild shock on his face.

“Did he just say that it’s okay for you and me to be together?” Harry asked, still not quite believing his ears. Severus frowned and nodded slowly.

“I think he did.”

They were silent for a while. Finally Severus shook his head, pulled Harry into his arms and kissed him soundly.

“Does that mean I can come back tonight? I promised Ron and Hermione to spend the day with them but I’d like to…if you want me to, that is!?” He looked into Severus’ eyes uncertainly until the older man nodded. Harry beamed at him and kissed him again.

“You should go now, Potter.” Severus said and gently pulled away.

“You called me Harry last night.” Harry said, looking conspicuously close to pouting. Severus sighed and pushed him into the direction of the door.

“Uhm Severus?”

“Yes?”

“I need clothes. I can’t go back to the tower naked and I don’t want to wear the dress either.”

Severus nodded and went into the bedroom, returning with an armful of clothes and two wands in his hands. Harry pulled on a pair of black trousers and a black jumper, both hopelessly too big. Severus waved his wands and the clothes shrunk to fit Harry snugly. The teen smiled brightly and leaned in for a last kiss before opening the door.

“Thank you. See you tonight.” Harry said before he all but bounced down the corridor. Severus stood at the door for a while, staring down the empty corridor before he shook his head and went into his bathroom to take a shower, already looking forward to the evening, when Harry would come back.