A/N: Well hello there my faithful readers. I know I should really be working on editing my other stories, but this idea wouldn't let me rest until I wrote it down. In this story Moldy Voldy doesn't exist, Snape is a nice guy, James and Lily lived, and Harry has a hereditary creature inheritance. Hope you enjoy. * Not book Compliant*

Marauding Love

7th year boy's dorm, Gryffindor Tower

"Harry hurry up!" Ron pokes his head into the dorm, "The guys aren't going to wait forever."

"I'm going I'm going." I grumble as I rummage through my trunk, trying to figure out what to wear.

"Mate, Dumbledore isn't going to hold the feast off just because you aren't there and everyone is getting annoyed with the waiting."

"I know and I'm going as fast as I can. Dumbledore said muggle attire was allowed so I'm having trouble deciding what to wear."

"Harry, mate, I know you're into blokes and all, but aren't you taking this a little too seriously?"

"Ron, I want to take pride in how I look."

"Fine but if you're not in the common room in ten minutes me and the guys are leaving without you."

"Right I'll be right there." I grumble as I continue digging in the bottom of my trunk.

Thank Merlin for the Charm I learned before starting school, other wise I think my friends would freak out. I mean how would it look if plan old Harry Evans were to dress like the son of rockstar James Potter? All of my clothes look really normal, the standard shirts and jeans, but underneath the extensive charm they're all tight skinny jeans and band shirts, most of which are from concerts.

With a stroke of brilliance I grab a black pair of my tightest skinny jeans and my favorite band, The Marauders, t-shit. I can't help but love the way these jeans hug my ass and this t-shirt caresses my skin. It's in my nature to judge how much I like something by the way it feels against my skin. Next step, my hair; thanks to another set of glamours my hair looks black and unkempt, but in reality it's streaked with Avada Kedavra green to match my eyes.

In ten minutes I'm out the door and down to the common room where my dorm mates are lounging rather impatiently.

"Sorry guys." I announce to the room at large.

"Save it Harry. We don't have time for your explanations; we need to get down to the great hall." Seamus announces.

"Not that you don't have a perfectly good explanation, but we're starving." Dean groans.

"Sorry Harry." Neville mumbles as they make their way through the portrait.

I shrug. It doesn't bother me that they don't want the explanation. It's probably better if they don't know anyways. Sometimes things are just better left unsaid. If they knew half of what I haven't told them they would probably run screaming for the hills.

Great Hall

"What the bloody hell is this nonsense?" Ron asks astonished as we enter the great hall.

"I'm just as shocked as you mate." Dean says.

"Yeah, I wasn't expecting this at all." Seamus states.

Neville just gaps like a fish out of water.

"Well, where are we supposed to sit?" I ask as I scan the great hall.

Instead of the usual four house tables and the staff table there are plenty of smaller rectangle and circle tables for seating and the whole interior has been changed to look like a nightclub.

Ron nudges my shoulder and points over to a rather large table and says, "There's Hermione and everyone else."

"Alright, we sit there." I say with a shrug.

With a communal nod we move over towards the rest of our friends and take the available seats.

"Anybody have any idea on what's going on?" I ask to the group at large.

"Not a clue, but what ever it is its hush hush. All of the professors are being really tight lipped about the whole situation." Hermione answers.

Before anything else can be said on the subject Dumbledore walks to the center of the room and begins to speak.

"Ladies and Gentlemen it has occurred to me that in recent years there as been an increasingly big divide between the houses. In an effort to bring about some school unity the professors and I have decided to host a special feast. First we will enjoy a fabulous feast done in house colors and then a surprise."

Dumbledore walks over to the table with the professor's amidst cheers and applause. It seams that the houses don't have a problem with this and before I can even think further on the subject food arrives on the tables. As always food distracts me from any other lingering questions.

The meal passes easily with students walking from table to table and pulling up chairs. Even the Slytherin's are joining in and interacting with the other houses. This little surprise is working out well and I'm glad for it. The school unity is peaceful and my inner self can't help but relax as well.

"Well this is interesting." Hermione says after we have finished eating, "I wonder what is going to happen next."

"I hope its something absolutely carefree and fun." Luna chimes in.

"Me too." Cho says, "This has been so relaxed I don't want to return to the normal strict rules quite yet."

"I agree." Dean interjects.

"Here, here." Ron and Seamus chorus.

"I can't believe…We haven't pulled one prank…This evening." Fred and George toss back and forth across the table.

"Students." Professor McGonagall states, calling the hall to order, "As the Headmaster said earlier there is a second part to this evening. Now if you will all please rise."

With the sound of scraping chairs on the stone floor the students all rise. When everyone is standing McGonagall gives an elegant swish of her wand and the tables begin to transfigure themselves into a stage. I share a quick look with Ron and Hermione as McGonagall finishes her work. Never in my wildest dreams did I think the professors would agree to something like this. On the outside I am as skeptical as the rest of the students, but on the inside I'm jumping up and down in excitement. In the next few seconds a full set up for a rock band appears on the stage McGonagall has just set up and McGonagall is speaking again.

"Students, let me present tonight's entertainment. Former graduates of Hogwarts and wizards who have secured a place on top of the wizarding music charts…The Marauders!"

All four houses scream at this announcement. No way was this ever thought of as the second half of this amazing night. This is probably one of the coolest things that has happened here since we found out we were hosting the Triwizard Tournament three years ago. This is even better than when I realized I lived through all of the Triwizard tasks. I wait on baited breath as The Marauders make their entrance. It is then that I notice the absence of the lead guitarist.

"HEEEELLLLLOOOOO HOGWARTS!" James Potter shouts, "We are The Marauders and we're happy to be here!"

The crowd roars again as I look down and gasp at what is wrapped around my leg. This night just keeps getting better and better when I see a black snake with a green stripe down the middle of its back slowly winding up my leg and torso towards my arm. With a face splitting smile I reach for the stage so that the snake can crawl onto it and morph into a man in all black with shoulder length black hair. My grin only widens at the sight; it's the missing lead guitarist.

His pants are so tight they fit like a second snake's skin, as does his shirt. I can only imagine how soft they feel caressing his skin. How I long for my hands to be able to run along his skin and his along mine. When he grabs his guitar and slips it on over his neck he sends a wink my way to show that he knows exactly what I am thinking.

Before we can converse further the crowd roars and the band launches into its first song.

I saw her today at the reception A glass of wine in her hand I knew she would meet her connection At her feet was a footloose man

They're playing one of their earlier hits and it does its job of exciting the crowd and getting the party started. It never fails to amaze me how well they play as a group. I mean I'm James Potter's son and I've seen them play numerous times over the years and every time I see them I get just a little bit more amazed, but that could be due to the fact that I'm in love with the lead guitarist.

I chance a look around the room when I feel a pair of eyes staring at my head. With a quick turn I notice that the guitarist is staring at me. I toss a wink in his direction and begin to move with the music. I know how much it likes it when I dance.

While I was having my silent conversation with the man I could feel the looks I was getting from my friends.

"You can feel the sexual tension between those two through the whole room." Hermione thought, "I can't believe no one else can feel this. If it weren't for the fact that they're so clearly into each other it would be kind of sad."

"What the bloody hell is going on? Harry has never shown the slightest interest in anyone while here." Ron thought absently while staring at the way Hermione's hips move to the music.

On stage the delicious guitarist arched an eyebrow in my direction and to the untrained eye it was just an arched eyebrow, but to me it was a question about my appearance. He wanted to know why I was dressed so plainly and not in my usual style. I shrug in answer and continue dancing along with the crowd. He knows exactly why I'm glamoured, what he's really asking is why I'm still holding it in his presence.

With another eyebrow raise and a small shake of his head the guitarist continues to play through the set-list. I chuckle to myself at his antics before I make a decision that will change my life. I slowly drop my glamours in front of the whole school. Immediately around me I can hear the gasps. Of course I was expecting that, you can't just dress like an average boy one minute and then look like the rockstar's son I am the next.

I chance a quick look up between the fringe of my bangs at the guitarist and I can see his reaction from here. The look in his eyes has changed from happiness to one of pure lust. He always did love my skinny jeans and the steal through my slightly pointed ears. On stage he grins that handsome grin of his and the girls cheer louder. Little do they know that he is grinning for me not them.

With my glamours down I can't help the surge of magic that flows freely through my body. Thankfully I am well versed in this experience and I can keep the magic to a minimum, but I can't help the way my body and inner beast reacts. My hips begin to sway in time with the music and lust begins to pour out of me in waves.

"Would you look at that?" Hermione thinks to herself when the puzzle pieces all fall into place. Sometimes being top of her class has its advantages because this isn't something everyone would comprehend.

Then out of the corner of her eye Hermione notices that Harry has caught the eye of a particularly interesting Slytherin, a Mr. Blaise Zabini. Blaise has always been known for his exotic taste and going after what isn't his and apparently tonight isn't an exception.

As I move to the music and my magic surges I feel a pair of hands wrap around my waist and hips moving in time with mine against my backside. I am powerless to stop my unintentional dance partner and my hips just move with him. I can't help it, the surge of power and emotions are driving me crazy. My inner beast is prowling inside mea and will not be settled until it gets what it wants. I need something to help me funnel some of this energy away from my magic before it does something stupid and what I really want is currently a little busy..

On stage the guitarist sends a scathing look over Harry's head and straight into the eyes of the one with his hands all over what is his. Severus Snape, lead guitarist of The Marauders, was livid and out for blood. Oh he was going to have to stake his claim and stake it well because Harry was his and no one touches what's his. With a quick glance at his band mates the guitarist casts a silent spell.

"James, I need to stake a claim."

"Oh dam, what are we in for?" James mentally groans thinking of all the previous times this has happened.

"We're changing up the setlist."

"What are we playing?" Sirius mentally shrugs, used to the guitarist's antics.

With an evil smirk on his face Severus turns to his band mates and says, "Closer followed by So Hott."

"Oh shit he's bringing out the big guns." Remus grins mentally before directing towards Sirius, "Listen to the lyrics closely Padfoot."

Sirius visibly shivers thinking about what his Moony could have planed for later, before the band launches into the opening of the next song.

"Oh Merlin" I groan as the song begins to play.

You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I've got no soul to sell Help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself

They know exactly what this song does to me. I can't believe my father is fucking singing this song. You'd think he wouldn't want to encourage this, but alas he sings on. It's not the lyrics that get to me though; it's the way HE plays his guitar. I can't help but stare at his fingers as they caress the neck of his guitar.

"Dam, I want them on something else." I think as the song plays and I dance with my mystery partner.

My brain instantly goes a little fuzzy when I look up at the guitarist and the thoughts just start rambling.

"Oh, look at the way his eyebrow is arched. Shit, he's definitely staking claim. How do I get rid of my dance partner? Who is my dance partner?"

When my brain finally slows down enough to process the lyrics and the message behind them the Marauders have reached the chorus.

I want to fuck you like an animal I want to feel you from the inside I want to fuck you like an animal My whole existence is flawed You get me closer to god

I can feel my dance partner's arousal as I dance. His desire for me is appreciated, but he's not the one I want. The one I want is on stage playing lead guitar and I can't be there.

"I want him dancing with me dam it." Severus thinks as he plays, "That little boy should not have his hands on what is mine."

Severus stares at Harry before quirking his eyebrow and arranging his facial features to convey the message he wants to send, a form of communication the two have perfected over the years. When he sees the slight smile pulling at Harry's lips he understands that the message has been received.

With a soft spell Severus conveys to his band mates what his plan is so as not to shock them. Not that much would shock them at this point.

"We got you Sev." Sirius thinks back.

"This is going to be interesting." James thinks with a mental smile that could and probably would blind the crowd.

He always knows just what I need and I'm more than willing to go along with his plan. I just have to wait for his signal and until then I will continue to dance with my partner.

You got a body like the devil and you smell like sex I can tell you're trouble but I'm still obsessed

Here we go again, another one of my favorite songs and just as lust inducing as the other. He's doing this on purpose and I really hope he plans on taking care of the problem he's causing because if he isn't I may just have to kill him.

Because you know you're so hot, I want to get you alone So hot, I wanna get you stoned So hot, I don't want to be your friend I want to fuck you like I'm never gonna see you again ...Yeah...C'mon...Yeah

There's my cue. Time to tease him as much as he's been teasing me all evening.

As he plays I shake of my dance partner and climb on stage. I can hear the shocked gasps as the rest of the crowd notices my appearance for the first time.

"If that shocks them just wait until they see what's coming up next." I think to myself.

With a small smirk the famous guitarist gestures me over and I worm my way between him and his guitar. I smile as I hear the chorus of gasps again. Jeez you'd think they've never seen someone dance with a celebrity.

Harry fits so perfectly against me and the way his hips move with me should be considered illegal. Hell, it probably is illegal somewhere. Merlin, I'm glad he's finally up here. Now I can properly stake my claim and keep him away from all these little boys.

With a quick scan of the crowd I notice that my Harry's dance partner has given up dancing in favor of glaring at me and if it weren't for the fact that I'm on stage in the middle of a concert I would give him a glare that would send Grindelwald himself running for the hills. Out of the corner of my eye I can see James trying not to laugh while he sings, clearly reading my mind. I don't have much time to dwell on this though because Harry is winding his arm up around my neck and demanding my attention, which I am all too happy to give my little wolf.

I feel like a bloody cat with the way I'm stretching and rubbing myself against him, but I need as much contact as possible. My bloody magic and his teasing has caused the lust I'm feeling to intensify to astronomical levels and I'm having a hard time keeping it together. I need him and I need him soon.

"Severus." I whine with a particularly hard grind back into him.

With the arm that is wrapped around his neck I pull his head towards me and he obliges by putting his lips against the side of my neck in a kiss. I know it's not his preferred method of marking his territory, but it will have to suffice for now. I need him to claim me.

Because you're so hot I want to get you alone I want to get you stoned I don't want to be your friend I want to fuck you like I'm never gonna see you again See you again See you again

When the song finishes I turn in Severus' arms and his arms leave his guitar to wrap around me, holding me close. His lips come down to claim mine in a quick but no less passionate kiss, one that marks his territory and helps release some of my pent up magic at the same time.

"Mmm I've forgotten how good you taste after you've dropped a particularly powerful spell." He whispers against my ear before twirling me out from under his guitar.

This is my cue to hope off stage so that they can finish the set and I take it gracefully, secure in the knowledge that I'll get what I want latter. When I turn around and see the faces of the crowd I can't help but blush not that my sense have some what returned to normal before jumping back into the crowd where my friends are.

When the Marauders finally finish their set and bow as a group to the screaming of the crowd I make my way towards the edge of the stage. As McGonagall calls the attention of the houses Severus wraps his hand around my forearm and pulls me up towards him before walking offstage.

A/N: Don't worry this isn't the end of the story. This one shot turned into a two shot at least because it was getting to long and I'll probably end up turning it into a short ficlet if that is what the plot line warrants, but who knows at this point.

~Peace and Love,