Silver and Gold 14/? DH Spoilers
SPOILERS FOR DH


Title: Silver and Gold 14/?
Author: Eriador117
Rating: NC-17, Snape/Harry, other pairings.
Spoilers up to and including Deathly Hallows
Summary: Things are never quite what they seem. Epilogue, what epilogue? ;)
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the Potterverse, I'm just playing in it.
Beta'd by Rakina, many thanks :)
Warnings: AU, Angst, Mpreg. There are some other things I am not warning for as it will give away the plot and I myself don't exactly know where the story is going yet.



Earlier Parts

Part Fourteen

As he usually did, Harry sat next to Ron in Defence. But this lesson was far from usual. It was the first Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson since Severus had sent him the Letter of Intent and Harry had replied with his Acceptance. Harry's hands were shaking as he took out his textbooks and quills. Hermione glanced over at him and gave him an encouraging smile. Why was he so nervous? Harry knew that he and Severus both felt the same. It wasn't as if their feelings were unrequited.

Severus' dark gaze swept the room but he only lingered for a few seconds on Harry, as if he was afraid that his feelings might be discovered by the other students. "Today, we will be practicing the Patronus Charm as it often comes up on the NEWT exams. Mr. Potter, would you come to the front of the class and demonstrate the Charm, please?"

The seventh year Defence class was small. There were no Slytherins at all and only a handful of people from the other Houses had returned for their NEWTs. Dean and Seamus hadn't come back even though Dolores Umbridge was now out of office; they'd settled back into the Muggle world. As Harry walked to the front of the classroom, he felt the weight of so many stares on his back and could almost imagine the thoughts. Snape, choosing Harry for something? Being polite, even?

Harry stood next to Severus, trying his best not to stare at him, which was difficult, considering how much he wanted to get lost in the man's gaze.

"Wand out, Mr. Potter."

Harry removed his wand and readied his stance for the Charm.

"Now, as most of you should already be aware, the Patronus Charm is used to deflect a Dementor attack by conjuring a shield which will prevent the Dementor from feeding on the wizard's emotions. It can only be produced by a strong, happy memory. Rest assured, we will not be practicing on real Dementors during lessons. Mr. Potter's boggart turns into a Dementor, so we will see how he deflects it. Although not a real Dementor, the Patronus Charm will still work if conjured correctly."

Severus pointed to the chest at one side of the room and Harry was transported back to third year when Remus Lupin first taught him the Charm. He swallowed the lump in his throat. Harry took a deep breath when Severus magically opened the chest and the Dementor boggart slid out. Only it didn't stay as a Dementor for long. The boggart swirled, grey smoke obscured it for a moment and then it became something else. Something that until that moment Harry didn't know he feared: Severus and Draco Malfoy locked in a passionate embrace. "Riddikulus!" Harry barked and the boggart changed to an image of Draco Malfoy snogging Filch before it flew back into the trunk.

The rest of the class was chattering animatedly and Harry wondered if he'd gone and blown everything before they'd even started. "An interesting fear, Mr. Potter," Snape drawled, "I would find kissing Mr. Malfoy a rather stressful event as well."

The rest of the class burst out laughing, the situation was defused and no one seemed any the wiser. "Very well, we will have to do without the Dementor. Everyone come to the front, push the desks back and let's see how many of you can cast your Patronus. Remember, you need a strong happy memory and you need to keep your concentration."

There was a scrape of wood on stone as people pushed desks and chairs out of the way so that they could have a clear floor to practice on. Ron, Hermione and other DA members gave Harry a knowing grin; this was so reminiscent of their practices in the Room of Requirement. Harry grinned back and they all yelled, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" at the same time.

Silver animals exploded out of the ends of their wands and as Harry glanced at Severus with a broad smile on his face, he could see that Severus looked gobsmacked. It seemed like Severus hadn't expected so many of the class to be able to conjure a real Patronus straight away. After a few moments the Patronuses disappeared as there was nothing for them to fight and no messages to send.

"Excellent work," said Severus and the whole class beamed at him. It was like he was a different teacher, now that there were no Slytherins to report back to Voldemort what Severus was teaching in class.

"Sir, how do you send messages with a Patronus?" asked Ernie Macmillan, his hand in the air.

"Your Patronus is an extension of you. If you wish to send a message to someone; you just think of what you want to say and who the message is intended for. A Patronus message is the most secure way to send a message as it can only be received by the intended recipient. Unlike an owl it cannot be intercepted nor can it be overheard if the Floo network is being monitored."

"And our Patronus animal, is it like our Animagus form?" asked Parvati Patil.

"No, Miss Patil. They can sometimes be connected, but a Patronus will take the form of something that is unique to the individual or special to them in some way. Some Animagi will find that their Animagus form and Patronus form is the same, but it is not always the case. Your Patronus form can also change over time, whereas a wizard who is a cat Animagus will always be a cat Animagus."

The bell rang for the end of the lesson. "For homework, I want an essay on the mating habits of Dementors. At least twelve inches, and Mr. Weasley, I do not want to see your handwriting so large that there is barely a paragraph on each page. That is why your last essay earned such a low score. I expect better from you in future."

Ron blushed, but he nodded as he put his books away.

"Class dismissed," said Severus, waving them on their way. He didn't call Harry back and Harry guessed he was trying to be discreet after the debacle with Harry's boggart. As Harry caught up with his classmates on the way to Charms, he heard them discussing the lesson.

"It was brilliant!"

"Just like the DA!"

"I hope we do more on Patronuses, they're so cute, aren't they?"

"Snape's mellowed a bit, hasn't he?"

"He's not spying any more. He was on our side all along."

As Harry went into the Charms classroom, he couldn't keep the grin off his face. It seemed he wasn't the only one who approved of this new Severus Snape.

***

Harry spent a productive two hours in the common room finishing his homework; just enjoying the ebb and flow of the conversations as they happened around him. His essays on the mating habits of Dementors had him thinking of other matings and for the first time in ages he felt himself getting an erection. He shoved his books back into his bag and held it in front of him as he made his way upstairs to his room.

It was lovely not to have to worry about privacy. As soon as he was in, he cast his silencing and locking spells on the door just in case anyone might overhear him. When Harry turned around to face the bed; he saw there was a small white box tied with a green bow sitting in the middle of it. Harry grinned and bounded over to the bed like an eager puppy; he knew who that present must be from.

There was a small card tucked into the bow with just the initials S.S. on it in an elegant script. Harry lifted the card and kissed the signature before putting it with the Letter of Intent in his bedside drawer. Harry undid the bow and lifted the lid off the box. Once he'd lifted the lid the box expanded to its full size and Harry was staring down at a crystal chess set which sparkled with reflected light. It was gorgeous, but it looked so delicate.

Harry gently lifted out each piece and set them down on the bed. The chessboard at the bottom was made from glass, with a checked pattern of clear and etched glass to take the place of the white and black squares. He carried the board over to his desk and carried each piece over individually as well. For a while Harry just stared at it, awed at the gift Severus had just given him.

Harry cast an unbreakable charm over it before heading off for his shower. His erection had faded somewhat as he'd sorted out his gift but with the rush of the water and the anticipation of what he might be doing in the shower, his prick perked up again. Harry undressed and put his dirty clothes in the linen basket before stepping under the hot water.

He moaned in bliss as the water cascaded down his neck and back; washing away all the tensions of the day. Except for one. His cock was rock-hard and Harry decided to try and wank first in case he lost the erection again, that had happened before. He slicked up his hand with some orange shower gel and rubbed up and down on the shaft. God, that was good! The scent of oranges wafted around him and Harry inhaled deeply; the scent was adding an extra dimension to his arousal. It had been so long since he'd been able to do this, since he'd been able to enjoy this, and he was determined to make the most of it.

Did Severus do this too? Was he in his shower now, imagining Harry doing the same? Harry closed his eyes as he imagined Severus' hands on his body. Harry left off his prick for now and trailed his hands along his collarbone, pretending it was Severus' hands caressing him. He shivered with desire and moaned again. His whole body was trembling and when Harry pinched both his nipples he almost slipped on the floor of the bathtub. "Ahh!"

He used one hand to brace himself on the tiled wall ahead of him as the other wandered back to his cock, so much slicker now with precome and the water. His balls ached, they felt so full and heavy and Harry knew it wouldn't take him long at all to come. Teasing was all well and good, but he was getting beyond that now. His breaths were coming in ragged gasps and he felt the familiar ache low down in his belly and at the base of his cock.

Harry thrust into his hand, rubbing and thrusting at the same time, eager now to reach completion. His legs were trembling, his mouth was dry and his heart was hammering as if he'd just finished a race. His cock was throbbing like a second heartbeat. A few more thrusts and the orgasm erupted from him in pearly white ropes. "Ohhhh GOD! OHHH! OHHH! Sir! Sir!" Harry shrieked as pulse after pulse of semen left his cock and was washed away by the shower water. His vision swam with the intensity of his climax.

Harry leant his forehead against the tiles as he got his breath back and tried to will his legs to stop shaking as the aftershocks tore through him. A few moments later he was feeling okay to continue with his wash and he started whistling in the shower.

As Harry climbed into bed, freshly scrubbed and sated, he had to smile when he realised what he'd said. Even in the throes of his passion he'd still called Severus 'sir'.

TBC