Title: Slytherin Nights Seduction of the Potion's Master
Author: enchanted nightingale
Beta Reader: pussycatadamah
Timeline: Harry's 6th year, no Voldemort
Summary: In the annual Slytherin Party, the Saviour has a plan to seduce his professor and lots of help from his friends. But what does Severus Snape have to say about it?
Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I merely use them in my plot for fun.
This story is separate from Slytherin Nights since it is Harry/Severus.
When Ginny returned to the Common Room the next day Hermione and Draco were nowhere in sight. For that she was glad. Last night she had been forced to stay up till late and now she was deprived of sleep. She was sleeping on her feet even as her empty stomach led her to the Great Hall for breakfast.
The Hall was almost empty at the time. The professors were almost all present. From Gryffindor only Neville was awake. Because it was so early Ginny did not notice immediately that Snape was missing.
It was when Neville started choking on his tea that the ginger haired witch looked up from her cup of tea.
"Wha-?" she muttered but she found herself almost instantly awake.
Severus Snape was at the door. Only at first she did not recognise it was the same dungeon bat she had met when she first came to Hogwarts. The Potions Master that all kids feared and even adults cowered from; was smiling.
Soon Ginny was mirroring the expression of shocked horror that dominated the faces of all students in the great Hall.
There were not many things that could surprise the aging Headmaster but even he had never seen his once student and now colleague and employee that... perky. Next to Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall let out a small yelp.
"Good morning everyone," Severus Snape said as he joined them at the table.
"Severus," Flitwick squeaked.
"Filius," the dark haired man nodded.
Trelawney in a rare morning attendance at the breakfast table was pinning her gaze on him. "Oh, dear. Not good. I sense a grim future..."
"Yes, yes, wonderful, pass me the oatmeal Minerva," Severus asked the Head of Gryffindor.
Vector, who was one of the youngest professors on the staff after Snape smirked.
"You did something," she accused Snape. The once Slytherin narrowed her eyes. "Last night was the third Friday of the third month, wasn't it?"
Severus dipped his head in a short nod.
Vector's face cleared. "You lucky dog," was all she said before she returned to her meal.
The rest of the professors were confused by the exchange but almost none of them were willing to ask. Finally after a lot of squirming and hints Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"Yes, Headmaster?" Severus inquired.
"Did something happen?" the aged wizard asked.
"You could say that," Severus replied.
Dumbledore continued. "Was it a good thing?"
"Nobody died," Severus returned.
Minerva frowned. She was familiar with the man's... humour but she did not appreciate it.
"Severus, you know what I'm trying to ask," Dumbledore said.
"For Merlin's sake Severus, tell them that Slytherin had a party last night!" Vector cut in again.
The professors blinked.
"They did?" Flitwick asked.
"You did?" Minerva asked.
"Oh," was all Dumbledore said. "I had not realized the tradition still continues."
"You know about our parties?" Severus asked.
"I was invited once in my youth," Albus recalled fondly.
Septima Vector gaped. "You were?"
Severus too was having trouble imagining the Headmaster rather young. He shuddered at the implications and Vector did as well.
"How do the Slytherins party?" Minerva wondered.
Snape smirked. "Why don't you ask some of your Gryffindors?"
"All my students were in their beds last night!" Minerva seemed affronted by what Snape was suggesting.
"With added company," the Potions Master added.
"No student of mine-?"
"Give it up my dear," Filius told her as he spotted Granger and Malfoy coming in the Hall together.
Minerva flushed a deep shade of red and huffed. Then she rounded up on Severus. "You better hope that godson of yours does not hurt that nice girl," she threatened.
Severus swallowed a retort. He knew how big a temper that girl had from Draco's reports but he was willing to let Minerva live in her deluded bliss.
Slowly the Hall started to fill with students and the teachers were paying particular attention to the Slytherins. They all seemed to be either hung over or sleep deprived. Most professors were sneaking looks at the Head of Slytherin House. Some like Minerva were glaring at Snape. Filius was looking on in wonder as even the more composed upper years from Slytherins looked a bit off. And then one non Slytherin came in the Hall, looking tired and worn out and wearing a Slytherin scarf around his neck.
"Oh, my!" Vector mused as the Boy-Who-Lived gingerly sat with his Gryffindor friends. Most of them ignored the green and silver scarf around the teen's neck. The Arithmancy professor caught Snape's smug face and the look Potter shot his Potions professor. "Snape you..." the woman burst into laughter.
The rest of the table watched her with confusion. That is while McGonagall watched the table where her lions sat; then the clues came together for her.
Harry was feeling a bit hyper. He had already drunk a full mug of coffee and sugar, the effects of which his now official lover had enjoyed immensely. Unfortunately Harry could not escape the breakfast hall so he got dressed quickly and he and Severus headed for the Great Hall. The older wizard went first. Harry followed soon after. He greeted his friends, those that were awake that is. Draco and Hermione were being sickeningly sweet to each other, again. One look at Ginny and the witch rolled her eyes.
"Hey guys!" Harry greeted while he carefully slid onto the hard wooden benches. None of his friends missed his wince, not even Hermione.
Draco blinked his attention away from his girlfriend for the first time that morning. "What? Oh! Him? He got lucky last night."
"Really?" Ginny smirked.
"Careful," Neville warned her.
The angry voice of their Head of House made them all look up. The entire Hall had heard her and they were all looking bewildered.
The witch was on her feet, hands at her waist and glaring down on her co-worker. The smirk on the man's face confused many but not Harry.
"What? Not like I seduced him," the professor protested.
Most people frowned. However those in the know were looking on greedily.
"He would never!" McGonagall exclaimed.
"Potter!" Snape called out. "Kindly inform your Head of House that the Sorting Hat wanted you in Slytherin and you're not the meek kitty they think you to be."
The people present spluttered.
"'arry?" Hagrid exclaimed. "He isn't..."
"Severus," the Headmaster said in a stern tone. "Sortings are private."
"Is it true?" Vector asked.
"That explains so many things," Blaise muttered at the Slytherin table.
Many eyes were wide. Potter? In Slytherin?
McGonagall's face turned an even deeper shade of red. "That still doesn't give you the right to... to... For Merlin's sake he's a student!"
"Certainly did not act like one," Severus muttered low enough that only his colleagues heard him. Most of them blushed, mainly those like Flitwick and Hagrid. Vector snuck a peek at Harry, liked what she saw and gave Snape an approving nod, while Dumbledore sighed and rubbed his temples at the head ache that was building.
Meanwhile the students present were now giving appreciative looks to Harry. Even the slower ones were catching on to what exactly had the cat animagus so angry.
"Harry?" Neville spoke up.
"Did you sleep with Snape?"
"Are you really certain you want to know the answer?" Harry checked.
"I'm going to faint now," the other teen muttered.
Up at the Head table McGonagall was now blaming Dumbledore.
"You had to give that 'we should all get along' speech!"
"Don't Minerva me!"
"She'll calm down," Vector said to Snape knowingly. "Just give her a year or two or perhaps some catnip?"
Snape shrugged. "It doesn't matter." He caught Harry's gaze. The teen was mouthing 'Later' while Ginny Weasley was trying to revive Longbottom. Life was good. If only he could catch Zabini red handed at his betting operation. He too wanted to know what the odds were concerning him as Harry's lover.
End of Story