Snarry-a-Thon11: FIC: Ch-ch-changes Title: Ch-ch-changes Author:snapesgirl Other pairings/threesome: Ron/Hermione Rating: NC-17 Word count: 7,315 Warning(s): (highlight for spoilers) *Everyone is of age, Female!Snape, cross dressing, spanking, AU where both Snape and Sirius survive. No sheep were molested in the making of this fic.* Prompt: #17: War is over and it turns out Snape was always a woman. Harry is both shocked and delighted to make this discovery since he is attracted to his former instructor. Summary: "He said he was going through some changes, then he changed!" ~Willow Rosenberg: BTVS; Phases A/N: Many thanks to the mods for hosting this fest. The Prince family names are inspired by a family tree made by shyfoxling and found in her journal. Thank you to my keepers beta readers. Any mistakes are all mine.
Ch-ch-changes
Harry dipped his head into the pensive and watched for another time as his mother rejected Severus, ending their friendship.
"Lily, try to understand-"
"No Sev, not only did you call me that name, you lied to me."
"Please, called you that because I was terrified they would expose my secret. I knew you'd get an instructor if I sent you away. Lily, Mum depends on-"
"I'm done." Lily went back through the portrait hole into the Gryffindor common room.
Harry came out of the memory shaking his head. He took his time bottling up the memories and sighed.
"Did you learn anything new?" Hermione stood next to him. "If you'd tell me what you were looking for, I could help."
"No Hermione, I'm still puzzled. Thanks for offering, but I think I need to wait until Professor Snape can have visitors." Harry moved towards the door. “I'll take these to Madam Pomfrey so she can return them to him."
Not for the first time, Harry wondered if he'd been hallucinating after the battle. He recalled Sirius bringing Snape to the Hospital wing. The blood soaked robes had been removed from the unconscious man, revealing tits. Surely Snape didn't have a bosom, that would mean he was a she and there had been nothing in those memories to hint at…well, Harry's mother did mention being lied to.
He recalled one of the many fights Sirius and Snape had during an Order meeting. Snape yelled something about the Dark Lord killing the wrong brother before storming out of the house. Just because he'd been overly dramatic didn't mean he was a woman.
Harry entered the Hospital wing as a stranger was talking to Madam Pomfrey. The elderly witch looked vaguely familiar.
"How is my grandchild doing?" She leaned heavily on a cane and peered anxiously at Madam Pomfrey.
"You can visit for a moment if you'd like. Professor Snape is currently awake." Pomfrey led the guest behind the screens surrounding Snape's bed. When Pomfrey came back out, she approached Harry and quietly spoke. "May I help you, Mr. Potter?"
"I brought these back. They belong to Professor Snape. Could you thank him for me?"
"Certainly. Will there be anything else?" Pomfrey accepted the bottle of memories
"Who was that lady?"
"That is Victoria Prince, Professor Snape's grandmother."
Harry thanked her and left the room. He wandered down to the Great Hall, trying to stay out of the way of the many people who were working on repairing Hogwarts. After recalling the last time he tried to help, Harry went outside. He was not in the mood for hero worship or questions about the final battle.
What Harry really wanted was to think. He summoned Kreacher and sent the House elf to tell Hermione not to worry, Harry was going to Grimmauld Place. It was a relief to walk out the gates and Apparate to his godfather's home in London. The house was quiet when he entered, making Harry believe he was alone.
His destination was the tapestry room. At least that was what Harry privately called it. He began to read the massive family tree, wishing the holes in it weren't there.
"What are you doing here, Harry?" Sirius Black entered the room and leaned against the wall next to Harry.
"I was considering copying some of this for Teddy."
"Why waste your time with such a project?"
"It is his heritage, and as his godfather, I thought he might appreciate knowing about his mother's family."
"Is this because Dursley told you nothing about your parents?"
"Partially." Harry traced a line on the tapestry, stopping at one of the holes. "Why did Snape once say Voldemort killed the wrong brother?"
"Because I was being a berk."
"Was Snape friends with Regulus?"
"Yes." Sirius changed position slightly to better look Harry in the eyes. "What is really on your mind?"
"I saw Snape's grandmother today. Mrs. Prince is very distinguished looking."
"Pity he takes after old Sylvester Prince. That was her husband."
"How is it you know their names?"
"Because all pureblood families are related?"
"You don't sound very sure of yourself."
"Come with me, Harry." Sirius gestured for Harry to leave the room and led the way upstairs. They entered Regulus' old bedroom. Sirius rummaged around in a trunk and eventually pulled out a leather folder and a journal. He opened the folder to show it was a portable picture frame.
"Who is that?" Harry looked at the dark haired female.
"Alwyn Prince, she was the one my brother wanted to marry."
"Why didn't they marry?"
"First because my mother thought she wasn't pure enough for Reg. Secondly, because Reg went and got himself killed at a young age. Foolish boy, running off to play at being a hero."
"I'm sorry about running off last year."
"I'm not angry at you. Your father would have done the same thing. My brother wasn't fully prepared for what he attempted. He should have asked for help." Sirius opened up the journal and held it for Harry to see the page.
"Reg kept every letter she owled to him after she left Hogwarts."
The cramped spiky handwriting was painfully familiar. Harry gasped, "I wasn't seeing things."
"When?"
"After the battle when you brought Snape to the hospital and removed his blood soaked robes. I thought I saw female bits but then Madam Pomfrey moved the screens in place and I wasn't really sure. Why would he, I mean she, pretend to be male?"
"For a number of reasons. In many pureblood families only the eldest male inherits. Females are viewed as chattel to be married off for connections. None of the older families wants their fortunes broken up, so they leave it all to the first born male."
"So this means, Snape can't inherit anything?"
"Yes. Her mother was the eldest daughter, she gave birth to Snape before her sister could have children making Snape the eldest grandchild. His mother concocted a scheme to pass off her child as a male which worked fabulously up until the day I decided to end his following us and sent him into that tunnel under the Whomping Willow. James rescued him, however Snape's clothing was damaged enough to expose the fraud. Snape was forced to keep Remus' secret and in exchange, we'd keep hers. We were never forgiven for that."
"How could Snape live as a male in the boys' dorm for seven years and not be found out?"
"That could be why his hair is so greasy, never taking a full shower, keeping hidden from the others for years." Sirius shrugged. "I think he seduced my brother for revenge. All I know is by the middle of the following school year, Reg was besotted with the freak. The romantic fool sent Snape a rose every day from that point until his death."
Harry recalled the Yule Ball his fourth year. Suddenly some of Snape's behaviour that night made a lot of sense. He might have been blasting roses because they reminded him of what he couldn’t have. Harry looked at the photo in his hands.
"Sirius, I'm very glad Neville's jelly leg jinx worked and your cousin fell through the veil before she could curse you."
"You and me both." Sirius bumped his shoulder against Harry's.
"Promise me something?"
"If it is within reason." Sirius closed the journal and gave it to Harry.
"IF Snape survives, you will stop antagonizing him…I mean her."
"Why should I do this?"
"She gave up a lot to do what was necessary. Without her help, I would not be alive."
"I promise I will try to behave around Snape."
* * * * *
The entire Wizengamot was assembled to hear Severus Snape's trial in absentia. Harry sat next to Sirius in the visitor's gallery. He watched as two witches entered and sat on the lowest row of seats.
Victoria Prince and her companion were wearing full mourning attire. Their long skirts and tailored jackets were heavily beaded with jet. They had on high collars and the companion was wearing a hat with a veil obscuring her features. She fiddled with her black gloves and reticule for a moment then stilled at a word from the elderly Mrs. Prince.
"You are drooling, Harry." Sirius' whispered comment made Harry jump in his seat.
"No I'm not. I was just wondering how much of those curves are enhanced."
"Who's curves? Mrs. Prince?"
"Sirius, you are a pervert."
"Me a pervert? I'm not the one practically drooling over Alwyn Prince. And yes, her bosom is natural, I imagine the rest is also. As I recall she has a fine pair of legs."
"Shh!" An elderly wizard glared at them.
Harry blushed while Sirius looked straight ahead. There were times Harry envied Sirius his ability to look completely innocent. He tried to focus on the trial and instead began to contemplate how much of Snape would look different as a woman. When he got to the hands, Harry's cock began to harden. He shifted in his seat, pulling his robes over to hide the bulge.
I should have never thought about those long fingers stroking a pestle. Damned it, focus on what's being said. Harry leaned forward as if he were completely focused on Kingsley's testimony on Snape's spying against the Death Eaters.
Next up was McGonagall, she spoke at length of how Snape tried to protect the students yet appear to remain loyal to Voldemort. After she sat down, Victoria Prince was called to speak.
The room was still while she sat and arranged her skirts to her satisfaction. She stated her name, place of residence and relationship to Severus Snape. Her voice was firm, and Harry found himself glad to not be facing her. The witch's gaze was steely. There was no doubting her being related to Snape.
"That's how he used to glare at me in Potions." Harry whispered.
"I'm glad I am not on the receiving end of that look." Sirius agreed.
"My grandson was a very noble person. His loyalty to our world should never be questioned. Severus gave his life so that He Who Must Not Be Named could be defeated."
"Why are you referring to Mr. Snape in the past tense?"
"He passed away due to injuries received in the final battle. My only wish is to see him exonerated so that the family need not worry about his grave being desecrated."
People began to exclaim and murmur. The room was filled with voices at this declaration. The Head Mugwomp called for silence. Eventually everyone grew quiet.
Sirius tapped Harry on the arm and tipped his head toward the door. Harry nodded and they quietly made their way to the exit. Both men paused to hear Snape's name cleared. He was declared a hero.
Harry practically ran to where he hoped Mrs. Prince would be leaving the room. He didn't care if Sirius was with him or not. The only thing that mattered was seeing the two witches and speaking with them.
"Mrs. Prince, a moment please."
"Yes, Mr.?"
"Potter, Harry Potter, ma'am." Harry offered his hand and pulled it back when it was ignored.
"Ah yes, the Chosen One." Mrs. Prince had the same ability as Snape to cut a person to the quick with a simple sentence.
"I just wanted to offer my sympathy to both of you on your loss."
"Indeed." The voice came from behind the mesh veil and made Harry's toes curl. It was velvety soft, intimidating and promised wicked things.
"I regret not being able to thank Professor Snape for all he did. I never realized how much he sacrificed until at the very end when he gave me some of his memories."
"My cousin spoke of you often and not in complimentary terms, Mr. Potter. If you will excuse us, we have better things to do than block a corridor exchanging inanities with a mere child."
"Alwyn!"
"Come along, Grandmamma. You need to have your afternoon potion."
Harry watched the two witches leave. He felt Sirius touch his elbow.
"Give them a head start. We don't want to be on a lift with them." Sirius slowly walked with Harry to the stairs.
They took their time climbing up to the next level and held back to give the lift time to move away before they summoned another one.
Sirius kept silent all the way to the main lobby. Taking a deep breath, he nodded at a line to the Floo connections.
Harry swallowed hard. Mrs. Prince disappeared in a burst of green flame, then her granddaughter tossed a pinch of powder down. The draft created by the Floo caused her veil to lift, giving them a brief glimpse of her face.
"She appears to have aged well." Sirius commented. "Let's go home, Harry."
The two wizards Apparated to Grimmauld Place. Where Kreacher greeted them with his usual mumbled martyr act. It was a challenge to not laugh at the grim little fellow. Sometimes Harry thought Kreacher did things just to annoy Sirius. Other times, Harry knew what was said was intentional.
"I'm going to have a bit of a lie down before tea." Harry fought to keep his voice level.
"Will that lie down include fantasies about a certain witch who seems to not like students?"
"Of course not. Get your mind out of the gutter."
"That would be too difficult, how about if I just ooze into a gutter?"
Harry couldn't help laughing at his godfather. "Honestly, I didn't sleep well last night."
"I believe you, Harry."
* * * * *
Once he was alone, Harry found it impossible to not think about Snape as a woman. The face he'd glimpsed was strong but feminine. Those hands were still long fingered and elegant. His cock was soon straining against his trousers.
Harry quickly unfastened his trousers, toed off his shoes and shoved down both trousers and pants. He yanked both his robe and t-shirt over his head and leaned against the wall. Dropping his hand to his erection, Harry began to wank. His aching prick demanded attention and his bollocks were already close to his body. He'd been battling the need to come for far too long.
Recalling that low voice and imagining it saying filthy things shoved Harry over the edge. He came with a low moan then sighed at the mess on both his hand and stomach.
"Accio wand." Harry effortlessly caught the wand and used it to cast cleaning charms on himself. Leaving his clothing on the floor, he stumbled to the bed and fell into it. He was soon sound asleep and dreaming of long pale legs wrapped around him while Snape's voice whispered encouragement to him.
He woke up to a sticky mess in his bed.
"Not the first time, won't be the last." He grumbled to himself. After casting cleaning charms on the bed and himself, he got dressed and made his way downstairs in search of food.
* * * * *
The encounter with the Prince women at the Ministry of Magic seemed to have opened up a sexual Pandora's Box for Harry. All he could think about was Snape and Miss Prince. He spent hours trying to reconcile the two people in his mind and finding his cock demanding attention no matter how he imagined that particular person. Harry decided if he got to know Miss Prince better, he would be able to rid himself of his obsession.
Visiting Diagon Alley and waiting near the apothecary bore fruit. Miss Prince arrived that very day to make some purchases. Harry eased up to the window and watched her move about the shop, carefully picking and choosing ingredients. He could imagine what she was saying in her soft voice just by watching for small clues in her posture and hand gestures.
Harry almost didn't duck out of sight before she turned to leave the store. He quickly dived into the Quality Quidditch Supplies and stood near the window, watching her walk away. The gentle sway of her hips was very enticing.
He left his hiding place and followed her through the crowds until she Disapparated. Harry went home and paused in the front room to relieve the tight ache in his trousers.
* * * * *
Next, Harry tried to locate where the Prince family lived. Inquiring at the Owl Post earned him questions from the staff. A look through one of Sirius' books on Dark Wizards and their families gave Harry six possibilities.
His first attempt took Harry to a location near the New Forest. He ended up diving into a swamp to avoid that family's pack of crups. The second Prince family dwelling was a centuries old ruin no matter how he viewed it. Prince property number three was a tidy manor surrounded by lush gardens. Harry thought Snape would not be caught dead or alive in such insipid looking surroundings. When he moved, Harry's disillusionment charm set off the wards and one very irate Miss Prince appeared in the front garden, casting hexes in his general direction.
Harry quickly fled from the area. When he arrived back at Grimmauld Place, Harry stopped in the bathroom to explore a gash in his robe. The hex hadn't broken skin. He sighed in relief. The memory of how she looked when she charged out of the house with her hair whipping around her shoulders aroused him.
He locked the door, opened his flies and had a quick wank. After flushing the commode, Harry washed up then went to change clothing. Sirius was in the corridor, waiting to use the loo. His knowing look made Harry blush bright red.
* * * * *
One evening after supper, Harry made his way back to the cottage with the elaborate gardens. This time he was wearing his invisibility cloak. The wards did not seem to mind his easing under a rhododendron near the back of the house. Harry watched the windows for movement. While he was not in danger of the elements, Harry did wish the sunset were a bit earlier in the night. He'd feel safer with his clandestine activities if he were hidden by shadows along with his cloak.
Alwyn Prince, once known as Severus Snape stood near a first floor window. Harry held his breath in awe. She'd removed her robes and was wearing a light shift. The slender witch lowered the top of her garment, exposing her bosom, and bent over something near the window.
Harry's hand found his aching prick and he slowly stroked himself while watching her wash up. Her languid movements made him wish he were up there with her. It would be a joy to lick water drops from those perfect nipples.
He must have made a sound as he came because the next thing Harry knew, he was soaking wet and a voice was calling out invective about a kneazle caterwauling. Harry ran away before anyone could investigate the garden and safely Apparated back to Grimmauld Place.
* * * * *
Harry received his invitation to return to Hogwarts with some misgivings. He wanted to take his N.E.W.T.s and eventually become an Auror. The idea of a taking Potions from Slughorn was not at all off putting. What had him reconsidering school was the way his body kept responding to the very thought of Severus Snape, now known to Harry as Miss Prince. Harry was positive he'd have a permanent hard-on if she was one of his instructors.
Late in August, he decided to take Teddy to Diagon Alley for a shopping trip. They'd visit a few shops, have some ice cream and return to Andromeda's cottage with a hopefully exhausted toddler.
While they were leaving the Magical Menagerie, they bumped into a tall, slim witch wearing a veil with her hat. Harry promptly apologized over Teddy's giggles.
"I'm so very sorry, Ma'am."
"One would expect the Hero of the Wizarding World to be able to afford better glasses." The voice carried a world of scorn to which Harry's body began to respond in an embarrassing manner.
"Miss Prince, I have apologized. My vision is fine, however, my godson is a challenge to see around with the way he's wiggling." He shifted Teddy in his arms and smiled at the boy.
"I see." She smirked. "I do hope the boy has a better example to follow when it comes to mingling in polite company." She swirled away, leaving Harry angry, randy and not a little confused.
"Right then, Teddy, let's get an ice cream and forget about her." He knew the latter was hopeless.
The walk helped ease some of the tension in his body. Having Teddy dump half of a sundae in his lap removed the rest of Harry's problem. After charming away the mess, Harry took his charge home then retreated to Grimmauld Place to think over his encounter with Miss Prince.
"Afford better glasses, indeed. What a harridan, why do you respond like this to her?" He looked down at his tight jeans and shook his head. Removing all of his clothing, Harry flopped onto the bed and began to wank. He closed his eyes and recalled her voice, how it sounded, how it teased and caressed. Harry moved his hand up and down while wondering if her aureoles were large or small, were they dark or barely visible? His hips bucked and he came with a groan.
"I'm a pervert." Harry mumbled. He vanished the mess and pulled on clean clothing.
Sirius would be home from work soon. Harry thought he might talk with Sirius about charms and potions to correct his vision. Surely there was a way for him to no longer need glasses.
* * * * *
"Not need glasses? I've no idea, Harry. We could run by St. Mungo's and have you checked out by a Healer. There are some witches and wizards who always need glasses, like Dumbledore or Headmistress McGonagall. Your father was also one who couldn't be magically cured."
"I'm not getting my hopes up too high, Sirius. It would be nice to have a better pair of glasses if I can't have my vision corrected magically." Harry pushed his supper around on his plate.
"Is something else bothering you?"
"No, just trying to decide what I want to do."
"I thought you were going to become an Auror."
"That's still an option. I guess I just don't look forward to taking classes this year. After being on my own most of last year, the idea of a fixed schedule sounds, I dunno, confining."
"You will do well. Just think, this will be your first year to not have some maniac out to kill you. For once you can skieve off lessons, flirt and make out with pretty birds. What's not to look forward to?"
"Snape."
"Won't be there. If she's pretending to be someone else, she cannot terrorize students."
"I know." Harry pushed his plate away. "I think I'm going to read a bit then turn in early. Maybe I'll send an owl to Hermione."
He knew Sirius was concerned. Harry didn't know how to explain his fascination with Snape or Prince or whatever she wanted to call herself. His being almost obsessed with the Half Blood Prince during sixth year seemed to have taken a new twist with the sight of a pale bosom.
Harry pulled out the journal Sirius had given him and reread the letters in it. They were snarky and taunting yet filled with a wry humour. Harry unfastened his jeans and let his prick out. He began to fondle himself while reading a particularly inspiring passage about spanking.
"Fuck!" His come splattered over his hand and onto the book.
Naturally, Sirius chose this time to enter the room. "All right in here, Harry?" He took in the sight of Harry's exposed cock and smirked. "I see, never better. Next time perhaps a silencing charm would be a good idea." Sirius was laughing when he closed the door.
Harry began to pound his head on the bed. "Great, now he knows I'm wanking to this book." He cast cleaning charms on the book, his body and the bed then cleaned the journal one more time. "Temptation is going away. I cannot believe I want…no, just not going there."
He wrote a quick note to Miss Prince explaining how the journal had been found in Regulus Black's things and he thought she might like to own it. Harry tucked the note into the book, wrapped it in brown paper and went to the Owl Post. It was late, but the office was still open. He selected a good sized Brown owl to carry the package, paid for the delivery and returned home still feeling slightly dirty about wanting to be spanked by Snape while she was dressed like a man.
Mr. Potter,
I thank you for the return of those letters. In the future should you decide to read someone's personal papers, you might consider not wanking over them. I do find it interesting that you are so aroused by the idea of being spanked. If you must continue with clandestine self love, do improve your cleaning charms.
S. Snape A. Prince.
Harry read the letter twice. He thought about burning it. Then he thought about having a good wank while reading it followed by burning it. If his blushes were noticed by Sirius, the older wizard was mercifully quiet as they ate breakfast.
"I'm going to Diagon Alley today to purchase books and things for school." Harry eventually announced.
"Make sure those extra things include condoms."
"SIRIUS!"
"You're eighteen and have been wanking all over the house this summer. I've not completely forgotten what it's like to be that age, please take along protection. We don't need you fathering a hoard of sprog while finishing up your education."
When Sirius left the room, Harry was still gaping at him. "And close your mouth, Harry, unless you want to catch flies that way," echoed down the corridor.
* * * * *
Hell was travelling on a train filled with young people bouncing all over on a sugar high. It also involved having a dream about shagging in a private compartment with one of your former instructors. Harry thought he was going to burst, or die of mortification. The only good thing was that he didn't come in his sleep.
He unsteadily made his way to the men's and entered a stall. The swaying of the train didn't make casting privacy charms challenging. However, the side to side motion did do grand things to help ease his aching prick. Harry brought himself to a quick orgasm and sighed. He flushed, fixed his clothing and turned bright red when he opened the stall door.
"Go ahead and wash up, mate." Ron was leaning against the men's room door. "Thought I'd make sure no one heard you. That was one disturbing dream you had."
"Tell me about it."
"Never took you as playing for the other side."
Harry washed his hands and dried them before replying. "I think it's more I'm a switch. I seem to like both. Unfortunately I have a scary obsession with Snape."
"Scary, hell. More like terrifying. Do you want to warn the others in our dorm or just scar them for life?"
"I'll use privacy charms on my bed."
"Right. I'll see about making them stronger from the exterior. I learned a few things from George over the summer."
They made their way back to their compartment in silence. Some things just should not be spoken about in any situation.
The rest of the train ride was made without incident which was a relief for Harry if not for his friends. They took their places at the Gryffindor table and listened to Professor McGonagall give her first speech as Headmistress of Hogwarts.
"Think the other Houses will work together?"
"She made it sound like we don't have much of a choice. House points will be taken even if only a ghost catches us out of bounds." Ron groaned.
"I think it's a marvellous idea to have the Houses work in cooperation. After all, the rebuilding of Hogwarts is not complete." Hermione primly reached for a bowl of green beans and conversation ceased while they ate.
After supper, the students made their way to their dorms. Harry and his friends slowly walked up to Gryffindor tower. It seemed unreal to them to be back in school. They speculated on the qualifications of the new Defence instructor, wondered who the Board of Governors would send on inspection tours and how quickly Hermione would have their schedules for revising set up to be best prepared for their N.E.W.T.s.
Hermione took the teasing in stride before tugging on Ron. Harry watched them slip into a classroom. He walked the rest of the way to the tower with his thoughts for company.
He worried about his fixation on Snape. It could not be healthy to spend so much time wondering how their former instructor was doing, wishing she was here and wondering how he would be able to keep Snape's secret. Harry had almost denied interest in men earlier when talking with Ron. He took comfort in knowing the others had no idea just how perverted he was.
* * * * *
The second Saturday of term found Harry wearing his invisibility cloak and sneaking into the Potions Lab. He had no desire to do any brewing. Instead, Harry wanted to do a bit of creative wanking. Once the door was latched, he moved to the back of the room. Harry considered using Snape's desk and thought against it. If his spunk could be detected in an old journal after being charmed clean, Harry was fairly certain it would show up no matter what he did to clean that particular piece of furniture.
He'd started to remove his cloak when the door opened. Harry quickly tugged it into place and froze. Professor McGonagall entered the room. She was talking with several wizards and witches. It was just his luck that the governors' inspection would start in the dungeons.
One witch had Harry's full attention. She ran a gloved finger over the instructor's desk and gave an almost wistful look towards the supply cabinet. The group began to filter out of the room and Harry slouched.
It was a surprise to be hit with a silent Petrificus Totalus. He wanted to roll his eyes in exasperation. Getting caught by Snape should not be a surprise. The man witch had an uncanny knack for knowing where Harry was. She wandered to the back of the room, looking as if she were interested in the washing station. A flick of her wrist and the classroom door closed.
"What do we have here?" Snape whisked the cloak off of Harry. "Well, well, I see our celebrity still believes he is above school rules. Why were you hiding here? Going to steal some supplies today?"
Harry felt the spell being removed and glared at her. "I was visiting the classroom to exorcise some personal demons." He hoped she hadn't noticed the bulge in his trousers.
"Indeed." Snape looked him up and down while smirking. One eyebrow was quirked. "One would think you were up to something." She moved a finger and Harry found himself face down over the workstation.
"I told you the truth. Now let me go." Harry tried to move and ended up rubbing his erection against the edge of the table. The resulting jolt of pleasure almost made his eyes cross.
"You've been stalking me over the summer. Every time I turned around, there you were, watching me. I want to know what you were up to," Snape hissed while leaning over Harry. She brought one hand down smartly slapping him on the bum.
"Ngguh!" Harry came. He put his face down on the desk and shivered. He'd just come in his pants from a single spank. His day could not get anymore humiliating.
As the classroom door opened, the spell keeping Harry pressed to the desk was removed. He sat on the stool behind him and raised a leg in a bid to hide the damp spot on his trousers.
Snape's smirk let Harry know he hadn't hidden the evidence of his orgasm.
"Miss Prince, the tour is waiting for you. Oh, Harry, I didn't notice you earlier."
"I kept quiet so as not to disturb you, Professor McGonagall. I just wanted to be alone with my memories. Miss Prince was interested in my thoughts on her cousin. I would be honoured to share them in more detail at another time, Ma'am."
Snape quirked that eyebrow again and Harry was glad he'd just come. Otherwise his unruly body would have been stiff and eager at that one expression.
"As a student, I am sure you will not have much time to visit with me. I think we should hold off any deeper discussions for after you have taken your N.E.W.T.s."
"I look forward to that." Harry fought to keep his gaze level and prayed he was not blushing. After the women left the room, he began to bang his head on the desk. He was a pervert and what was worse, he'd been caught. The woman knew he was following her the entire summer. Harry's only consolation was that she never brought him up on charges.
* * * * *
Autumn slowly turned into winter with Harry beginning to think that Snape was stalking him. Each time the Board of Governors had an inspection, Harry would turn and find Miss Prince watching him. It was eerie, unnerving and after finding her staring at him in the library, it certainly brought home just how rude he'd been over the summer holiday.
He also felt as if he was being watched on his monthly visits to Hogsmeade. Harry never saw anyone actively watching him. He knew Snape had been a spy, and the disguise worn by the Order's main spy was exceptionally well done. None of the younger members of the Order suspected Miss Prince of being Professor Snape.
The last visit before the winter holidays, a strong hand grabbed Harry by the shoulder and he found himself indoors. Harry blinked at the change in lighting then forced himself to walk quickly or be dragged by his captor upstairs and down a corridor. The pace reminded him of Snape. Once his eyes adjusted, he saw slim male in front of him.
"Not a word, not one sound out of you, Potter."
That voice wrapped around Harry and his prick tried to stand up. He bit back a groan and followed his 'captor' into a small room.
"How did you manage to get me into the Hogshead without Aberforth noticing?" Harry asked once the door was closed behind them.
"That is none of your concern." Snape loomed over him.
Except, Harry'd finally done some growing and he was now taller than Snape which felt very odd. "It's good to see you again. How'd you manage to get stubble?" He leaned closer to look at Snape's jaw.
"It is called make up, you imbecile." Snape's familiar hiss caressed Harry.
"You don't take a potion or use a glamour?"
"If a person had been foolish enough to wear a glamour around the Dark Lord, it would have been forcefully removed and they would have been killed." Snape was using that lecturing tone of voice which implied the listener was mentally deficient.
Harry thought he might be more than mentally deficient since the tone had him aching for release.
"I thought we weren't going to have an encounter until after I took my exams."
"For some unfathomable reason, I find myself incapable of forgetting how responsive you were in the dungeons." Snape dragged Harry over to a table. "I wish to explore this further."
"That's not exactly a romantic proposition." Harry's dry observation made Snape glare at him.
"Foolish Gryffindor, wanting romance when a spanking is in the offering." Snape gestured at the table. "Bend over, and spread your legs. Unless you prefer to bare your bum?"
"Guh…" Harry toed off his shoes while unfastening his fly.
"Articulate as ever, Potter."
"My name is Harry. I'm not my father." Harry shoved down his jeans and pants, exposing his erection.
"Obviously since he would have hexed me for offering to give him a spanking." Snape reached out and used Harry's cock to move him closer to the table. "Also, James didn't have as nice a package."
"You saw my dad's todger? Eww." Harry's erection began to wilt.
"So did half of the school. I had to get my revenge for what he did to me. Now bend over. Oh sweet Circe." Snape's voice held a note of reverence. One long fingered hand caressed Harry's arse. "Very nice indeed."
Harry bent over and spread his legs. The first swat of that hand on his bum stung. The second made him gasp. The third one had him moaning. Each swat was placed in a slightly different spot, giving his arse even coverage of stinging pleasure. Harry rocked with them, rubbing his prick against the table edge.
"Want to come," he eventually panted.
"Up. Stand up." One arm snaked around his waist pulling him upright and bringing his stinging bottom into close contact with woollen trousers.
Harry felt something against his arse that couldn't be real then his thoughts were scattered when Snape's hand grasped his cock and teased at Harry's foreskin.
"Oh fuck!" Harry's hips rocked forward and he ejaculated.
"Rather quick, but one cannot expect much from such a young wizard." Snape nuzzled at Harry's neck.
"You are such a bastard. How is it you have a hard cock?"
"It is called a strap on. Standard equipment for Drag Kings."
"How do you hide your breasts? Is it a potion?"
"No, silly boy. I bind them down enough to give me pectoral muscles." Snape was now nibbling on Harry's ear.
"Please, let me see you."
"Whatever for? Your reaction to those letters and to being spanked make me think you prefer a male partner."
"I dream about you. In my dreams you have breasts and a cock and we have sex. You fuck me until I scream your name and I ride you until you grab my arse and pull me in deeper."
"I see."
The comforting warmth left Harry's back and he turned around to look at Snape.
"Which is your real name?"
"I was baptised Severus Snape. Mother raised me to be male. When Regulus developed his fascination with me, my grandparents insisted I have a 'proper name and dress like a lady'."
"So my wanting to have you both ways isn't disgusting?"
"Kinky and perverted, yes. Disgusting, no." Snape crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. "I had thought one encounter would relieve my tension. It appears I will need to give you another brisk spanking."
"Why not shag me instead?"
"Do you have any idea what you are asking?"
"You are no longer an instructor. I’m fully of age." Harry removed his jumper and shirt. He stood nude in front of Sn- Severus and waited. "I became infatuated with you during Sixth year. After the battle when I saw you without your robes, my infatuation became an obsession."
"Hence the skulking about, hiding in the family garden trying to watch me change clothing among other voyeuristic games?"
"Yes."
"Grandmother thinks her rhododendron had a blight. How often did you wank while hiding in it?"
"Every time I watched you," Harry whispered.
His confession earned a snort of amusement. "I'd forgotten how enthusiastic the teenaged male libido can be when focused on a particular obsession."
Harry moved closer and began to unfasten the buttons on Severus' coat. His cock stirred with interest when he shoved the coat off and tugged the white shirt over Severus' head.
"Doesn't this hurt?"
"It's confining." Severus guided Harry's hands to the fastening on the linen band holding down her bosom.
Harry took his time soothing the angry red lines across Severus' collar bones and under her breast. Eventually, Harry traced his tongue along the same path, earning a soft gasp followed by a whimper when he nuzzled at one nipple.
"So tiny," he whispered while teasing first one then the other with lips and nose. "So beautiful." Harry sucked one into his mouth and lowered his hands to unfasten Severus' trousers.
Severus made needy little noises and ran her fingers through Harry's hair. She toed off her boots when Harry shoved down her trousers and boxers.
Harry frotted against his partner and froze. He moved one hand to stroke a very realistic feeling todger and bollocks. Stepping back, he looked down and licked his lips.
"Does it appall you?"
"No, I want to lick and suck on it."
"I won't feel a thing if you did. Have you ever been with a lover?"
"No, I've spent all of my life trying to not be killed by a maniac." Harry licked his lips again. "I want you in me."
"You have no idea what you are saying."
"Yes I do. I want you balls deep up my arse. Then I want to shag you. After which, we'll decide what's next."
"We don't have enough time to do everything today. You need to be back in the castle by tea time."
Harry kissed Severus and was snogged in return. They wrapped their arms around each other and rubbed their groins together. Severus bit at Harry's lower lip then nibbled on his jaw. Harry sucked on her earlobe. He felt something moving between them and pouted when Severus' toy fell to the floor.
"Want you in me, now." Severus manoeuvred them close to a wall and pressed her back against it. She hopped up, wrapping her legs around Harry's waist and lowered herself onto his prick.
"Ghugh." Harry could only make inarticulate noises while being surrounded by slick, tight heat. He began to thrust and rock his hips back and forth. The way Severus was clawing at his shoulders made him briefly think he was doing something right.
They both were sweating and grunting while they mated.
Severus moved one hand between them. Harry felt her fingers moving and was surprised when her body convulsed around him. His movements became erratic and he soon shoved his cock deep inside her.
"Fuck," he sighed.
"Yes, exactly."
"We need to do this again."
"I concur."
"When?"
Severus unwrapped her legs from Harry's waist. His now flaccid prick slid out of her and he eased back.
"During your winter holiday. I will rent a room at an inn and owl you with the location and the name it is reserved under."
"Promise to shag me?"
"Keep talking like that, and I may have to give you a sound birching."
"Promise?"
"Brat."
"Your brat. Your kinky pervert of a brat." Harry thoroughly kissed her.
* * * * *
Five Years Later
"When will this torture cease?"
"Right after the late supper. I know you hate these Ministry galas as much as I do. Try to be patient." Harry nibbled on his spouse's ear.
"Keep that up and we'll be front page news." Severus back led Harry through another turn on the dance floor.
"At least Sirius has stopped blaming you for our semi-public wall sex after I completed my Auror's training."
"I couldn't care less what your dogfather thinks."
"Mm, I'm glad you can dance so well."
"You are too close, Sir."
"We're married."
"Are you certain you want the entire Wizarding world to see you with a stiffy after waltzing?"
"Point taken." Harry moved back to a proper distance.
Severus waited for the music to end before whispering in Harry's ear, "I bought a new crop for us."
"Forget the supper. Let's go home."
"I knew you'd see it my way." Severus smirked while being led towards the doors.