A/N: Mwaaa haaa haaa, the great Moraco has written another story. okay well it's just been a while since I've done something decent enough to post here at FFN. And to those Remus/Sirius shippers who read my work, don't worry, I didn't abandon 'Hard To Explain'. I had the next chapter nearly finished when my computer went on hiatus, and I'm still working on getting it fixed. So now I've turned to a new ship to write about. Hope you all enjoy. Oh and thoughts are between s okay.

Randomness of the Moraco: I'd have to say that probably one of the funniest things about this story is that I started writing about it after a biology class one day about the male reproductive system. Don't I just have the best types of inspiration? lol.

~ To Love a Master ~ Chapter 1 How It Happened ~

How did this happen? Harry Potter thought to himself as he sat through yet another usual potions class at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

How could what have happened you may ask. Well, I've a little story to tell you. I fear to tell you that this ending is quite tragic, especially for our lovely and favourite protagonist Harry Potter. This is a story of love for our dear Harry with one of the most unlikely of people. With a certain Hogwarts potion master who goes by the name of Severus Snape.

Our story begins with a lovely prank. You may instantly come to the conclusion that it's played by the Weasley twins, but I assure you it is not, for this story takes place during young Mr. Potter's sixth year at Hogwarts and Fred and George have already graduated. Someone, I won't say who, thought one day that poor Professor Snape looked quite lonely. In fact they thought that quite a few of the school's occupants looked lonely.

All the students at Hogwarts went about their normal routine at dinner in the great hall, but Harry Potter was up in the hospital wing recovering from a nasty broken rib given to him during the day's earlier quidditch match. Madame Pomfrey had just brought him some dinner and informed him he could leave after he finished eating if he felt better. Harry proceeded in eating his meal and drinking his pumpkin juice. After he ate, Harry assessed how he felt, which was quite good. He got up from the bed and began walking back to his dormitory from the hospital wing. He was going to let Madame Pomfrey know he was leaving, but he couldn't find her anywhere, so he just left.


Meanwhile our ever so lovely potions master was in his office. He'd decided not to dine in the great hall tonight due to the fact that he didn't want McGonagall teasing him about loosing their bet on the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin match that had taken place just earlier this day. One of the house-elves had brought him his dinner, so he ate his meal and drank pumpkin juice while he graded some papers.

He had been disturbed by a loud noise outside his door. It had sounded like a metal suit of armour falling over. He stood from his desk and opened his office door to find two sixth year students snogging. 'The two of you have detention!' he yelled at them.

The two stopped and turned their blushing faces. The snogging couple consisted of Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley. Professor Snape's eyes widened at this unexpected site. 'Nevermind,' he said in too much of a shock, knowing both the boys backgrounds. He simply went for a walk about the castle where he noticed many odd couplings of students snogging wherever he went.


Harry, still on his way to Gryffindor tower noticed many unlikely couplings of his fellow students snogging as he walked down the hallway. A red-headed Gryffindor girl caught his eye. It was Ginny Weasley. She was snogging against a statue with Hufflepuff Justin Finch-Fletchy, who was sliding his hand up the younger girl's skirt. Harry couldn't stand for this. Ginny was his best friend's little sister and she was almost like a sister to him as well. Harry tapped Justin on the shoulder and as the boy turned around, his face collided with Harry's fist. Justin fell flat to the ground.

'Harry what do you think you're doing?' Ginny slapped him.

'Coming to your rescue.'

'I wasn't in need of rescuing,' she protested. 'I was just having a good time with the man I love.'

'Since when did you fall helplessly in love with Justin?' Harry inquired.

'You're just jealous!'

'I'm not jealous, and if your fun as you call it continued you might have ended up in a compromising position, and you're not of age yet.'

'Oh leave us alone,' Ginny said. She knelt down and attempted to wake Justin up.

Harry figured it'd be a while before Justin ever thought of messing with Ginny again, so he continued on to Gryffindor Tower.

After seeing so many couplings he started to just ignore them, but he knew something was definitely going on. He rounded a corner and ran into Professor Snape, who appeared to be quite annoyed.

Harry bumped straight into Snape trying to ignore all that was going on around him. Harry looked up into Snape's eyes which were staring harshly back at him. He suddenly had one of the strangest urges he'd ever had in his entire life, which was to grab the potions master and do some of the more inappropriate things to him that he'd witnessed other couples doing as he'd walked down the halls.

Before he could even consider on these thoughts he had been taken into the potion master's arms and was met with another pair of lips touching his own. At one time in his life, what was happening was something he'd had nightmares about, but right here, right now in this moment, it felt so right, like it was all meant to be.

Their lips parted and they both looked at each other for a moment. 'This place is far too crowded,' Snape stated. He grabbed Harry's hand and began to lead Harry to a supposedly more secluded place.

He led Harry t0o a picture of a young girl who at the present time appeareed to be writing in a book that was labeled as her diary. She looked up to ask, 'Password, Professor?'

'Boomslang,' he said. The portrait opened and he led Harry inside.

Harry looked around at the room which was decorated in black and dark green. There was a couch and coffee table in front of a fire place and a desk sat against the opposite wall, which was piled with books and pieces of parchment. There were bookcases linking the walls on both sides of the desk.

'Do surroundings really mean so much to you, Potter?'

Harry looked up at Snape and realized he'd been staring at the room. These must be Snape's private chambers Harry thought. 'No," Harry said in response to Snape's question.

'Then keep following me,' he said.

Harry then followed him into what was obviously the potion master's bedroom. Snape grabbed Harry around the waist and pulled him into another kiss.

Neither one of the men knew quite why they suddenly wanted each other. They were usually each other's worst enemies.

Harry broke the kiss. 'Professor,' he said.

'Please, Harry, call me Severus.'

'Severus,' he correct himself. Harry began unfastenting the buttons and clasps of Severus' robes as he continued, 'Why are we doing this?'

'I haven't a clue,' Severus replied. 'You disgust me, and I highly detest you, but I want you.'

'You'rew a slimy, disgusting git, and I hate you, but I want you so badly,' Harry said in response. Harry pushed off Severus' black robes.

The man now stood in front of Harry wearing a white button-up shirt and black trousers. Severus began stripping Harry of his robes.

Harry was profusely giggling.

'What's so funny?'

'You,' Harry replied.

'I was unaware that I even had a humourous bone in my body.'

'It's just that.' Harry explained. 'You always wear black. Seeing that you wear a white shirt under it all is quite funny,' he said to the man who was currently untying his gold and scarlet-striped tie.

Severus pushed Harry onto the bed and straddled his hips as he continued to unbutton the young man's white shirt. He bent down to capture a few kissed from Harry's sweet mouth as he continued his work.


A/N: There I go, being a mean person again, not giving my readers a sex scene I know they want, and trust me there's not one in the next chapter. If you've read some of my work before you'd remember me saying I'm not good at writing sex scenes and try to steer clear of them, even though I was highly contemplating attempting one after my biology lesson and re-learning for about the 3rd or 4th time in my life how and why men have erections, I just couldn't bring myself to do it because at the time I was writing this I was eating my lunch in the cafeteria, and despite the fact I was sitting alone, I'm always paranoid some other student or professor will come and sit down next to me and try to start asking me about what I'm writing... oh the joys and paranoias of college.