The Exchange
by Firesword

Two boys and a girl were doing their work quietly in the common room. Hermione Granger, the bushy-haired Muggle-born witch, was scribbling furiously on her parchment. Ronald Weasley, the wizard who did not really want to admit that he liked the girl sitting beside him, had his nose buried on his thick Potions textbook and pretended to read the page. Harry Potter, the calm-looking Gryffindor, was nibbling on the end of his feather quill as he thought furiously. Although it was Hermione's birthday, she insisted on ending the celebration early so that they could all study.

Harry gave an explosive sigh, and it made his two friends jump in their seats.

“Don't do that!” Hermione said weakly, and one palm immediately rested over her breast.

“What's wrong, mate?” Ron asked, and he blinked his watery eyes.

“Something that feels important keeps slipping away from my mind!” Harry answered in frustration. “Hermione, what did Snape say in class just now? It had something to do with belladonna.”

“Can we go to sleep now?” Ron interjected just as Hermione opened her mouth to give a sarcastic reply.

“Ron, you haven't written anything,” the witch said accusingly.

“I can’t ‘Mione. I can’t think – I’m too tired,” the red-haired Gryffindor said wearily. “I want to sleep.” He almost whined.

Hermione only sighed and shook her head in disapproval.

“Bloody hell, but I can’t remember what the git said!”

“Harry, be nice.”

“I’ll be nice if he does,” he muttered.

“Harry, he is only trying to help.”

“He can help me all he wants, but I wish he would just sit down and explain things to me before experimenting.”

“Can I go to sleep?” Ron asked again and Hermione slapped his shoulder lightly with her book. She checked her watch and gasped at the time.

“No wonder he is tired. It’s almost two. I’m feeling quite sleepy myself.” She started to gather her books. “Harry?”

“I’m going to take a walk,” he said almost absently.

“Are you mad?” Ron asked in surprise.

“I’m not feeling particularly sleepy,” Harry said and rose to his feet. “Here, put these on my table for me.” He quickly placed his textbooks and scrolls on Ron’s table, but he tucked his notebook and quill back into his pocket. “I hope that I can recall what Snape said earlier in class while I’m at it.”

“Harry, please don’t get caught,” Hermione said with a strained smile. “And be careful.”

“Yeah. I’ll see the two of you tomorrow.”

The couple watched as Harry left the common room. Then Hermione turned to Ron, her light brown eyes full of questions. “Does he ever sleep?” she asked quietly as they began to walk up the spiral staircase.

“He does, but not at all regularly. I think he sleeps only for an hour or two,” Ron answered just as softly. “Sometimes, he doesn’t sleep at all. Neville had told me that he had seen Harry sitting by the window on Tuesday morning. And he used to be the early riser.”

“So you didn’t get to check that pendant he was wearing?” Hermione paused at the landing where their dormitories were located on opposite sides.

Ron hesitated for a full minute before replying. “I don’t know how I could possibly do it, but I did it. I wrote down what I saw on a scrap of paper – it’s inside my right pocket.” He did not blame the girl for the suspicious look that she gave him, and Hermione warily inserted her free hand down his pocket. She frowned.

“Where is it?” she demanded and wriggled her fingers about the pocket.

Ron felt suddenly out of breath and tried to concentrate on the image of a snarling Potions Master than the feeling of Hermione’s hand inside his pocket. “It’s in there, ‘Mione,” he insisted. Merlin … I hope she finds it soon before– Too late. He breathed in sharply when the witch unwittingly pressed her thumb and index finger on his arousal.

“Oh – I can feel it!” Hermione said excitedly and Ron thought he was going to expire right at the spot. I hope she meant the paper and not my erection. He gave her a strained smile. She finally pulled the piece of paper out, but in the process, the back of her hand pressed deliciously on his blood-filled organ. Ron bit back the gasp that threatened to explode.

Ron watched as the girl read the note quickly. Then she gazed up at him, her eyes filled with tears and disbelief. “I swear it, Hermione. That’s really what was engraved behind the pendant.”

“How can that be possible?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we should ask him someday, or wait for him to tell us.”

The corridor was dark and silent. Harry walked quietly and cautiously, mindful of the occasional armored knights that lined the walls. After walking for several minutes, he finally left the gallery and now went into a corridor that was lined with huge windows. He knew that he was taking unnecessary risks by breaking one of the rules that Dumbledore had insisted upon Hogwarts students. He just hoped that he would not come across any patrolling prefects or teachers.

The ones I really have to worry about would be Filch, his cat and Snape, he thought somewhat glumly. I don’t think Snape ever sleeps.

As he thought about the Potions Master, he immediately began to worry about the missing information on belladonna. He really should have paid attention to where he was going, because he might have ducked into an alcove just in time to avoid Snape. Since both wizards were walking about without the use of light, they had inevitably come across each other.

“Damn it!” Harry unthinkingly swore as he began to see tiny sparks in front of his eyes. He had hit his forehead against Snape’s lower jaw. He rubbed at the painful spot. When a set of fingers closed upon his left forearm, he immediately pulled away.

“Potter…”

Harry froze when he heard the wizard’s angry snarl. The fingers clenched around his arm tighter and there was a slight jerk as Snape muttered an incantation under his breath. The Gryffindor winced and quickly looked away as a brightly, illuminated wand met his eyes.

“Just what do you think you are doing?” Snape demanded with a small wave of his wand.

Harry wisely remained silent. He could not think of a good reason as to why he was out wandering in the castle. Yeah … like he would ever listen to me. He kept his eyes fixed on Snape’s chest and waited for the Potions Master to speak.

The young wizard immediately looked up and felt his eyes widening in shock. He took two steps back, staring blankly at the person before him.

“Professor?” Harry breathed, and then he shook his head vigorously. When he looked back at the figure before him, he saw Snape, mouth open and eyes questioning.

“Ten points from Gryffindor, Potter,” Snape said with a grim smile.

The light from Snape’s wand wavered and the wizard’s face changed.

He was confused and he was sure that his eyes were playing tricks on him. Why was he seeing Sirius in Snape’s place?

“Why are you still here, Potter? Go back to your dormitory.”

“Professor…” Harry whispered. Sirius’s image was still upon the Slytherin teacher.

The look on Sirius or Snape’s face turned feral suddenly. Harry had barely managed to turn and run when strong hands hauled him up. The breath was knocked out of him as his head banged hard against the wall.

Harry heard the soft whisper before lips crushed against his. They felt familiar; he closed his eyes and surrendered himself to the kiss. Unconsciously, his arms came to wrap around the other’s waist, and pulled the other wizard closer to him. Long, gentle fingers came to caress his cheeks and Harry sighed in contentment.

Then Harry felt a slight movement on his ankles – the hem of a long and heavy robe brushed against them as the other wizard pressed himself against him. Harry gasped and pushed his kisser away.

Moonlight penetrated the high windows and fell onto a disheveled face. Harry was horrified beyond words; Snape had appeared equally dismayed. The Potions Master took a step forward – Harry inched away quickly.

“Potter – I’m sorry. I didn’t mean–”

However, Harry was already running away.

Harry winced when the dormitory door shut with a great slam. The sound made the four sleeping boys jump, and all started to mutter incoherently.

“Sorry,” Harry apologized. “Go back to sleep.”

Neville nodded. One by one, they snuggled back into their covers. Except Ron. The red-haired Gryffindor was eyeing Harry somewhat suspiciously.

“You did not get yourself caught, did you?” Ron asked in a hushed tone.

“Worse … much, much worse,” Harry mumbled. He went to his window and stared out at the landscape for a very long time.

“Snape? Blimey, Harry – how many points did the git deduct from our Gryffindor?” Ron asked in alarm, got out of bed and stood beside the green-eyed wizard.

“I kissed him…” Harry whispered to himself. His green eyes were blank and glazed over. “What in the nine hells was I thinking of?”

“You did what?” Ron demanded.

Harry turned to face his friend. Ron’s eyes were very wide. “I thought he was Sirius. I mean I saw Sirius … in Snape? No … Snape was there … but I can see Sirius too,” he babbled.

“Sirius?” Ron stepped back, his eyes wide with horror. “Is he a ghost now?”

“I don’t know, Ron … but I kissed Snape … not Sirius…”

“I think I need Hermione right now.”

“Should we wake her up, Ron?” Harry asked. “I want to … I kissed Snape?” He collapsed on his chair, and felt as though he was having trouble breathing.

An hour later, a grouchy-looking Hermione joined the two of them in the common room. “What has gotten the two of you so excited?” she asked sourly, and flung herself casually beside Ron.

“Harry’s gay,” Ron said in a serious voice. Hermione stared blankly at him.

Harry took a deep breath. “Ron said that the two of you were wondering about this.” He fingered the pendant hanging on his neck. Hermione could only nod. “Sirius gave it to me on my birthday.”

“When?” Hermione asked incredulously.

“My birthday – this year.”

“But Harry – that’s impossible! Sirius is dead, Harry. He isn’t coming back!”

“Just listen to me first,” Harry said, cutting off the witch’s protests. “I had been having dreams since I had returned to Privet Drive. They weren’t about Voldemort or Death Eaters or anything to do with the prophecy. I found Sirius in my dream. We talked … for a while … he was saying that I had taken a long time to find him.” Then he blushed, as he recalled the first time Sirius had kissed him.

Hermione, now wide awake, had noticed his cheeks reddening. She asked, “Do I want to know what happened?”

Harry smiled weakly. “We made out?”

“Okay, okay – that’s enough information already!” Ron squeaked, his face turning a little green.

“Then how did Sirius give that to you? It can’t be in a dream,” Hermione said in dubious voice.

“No … at first, I thought I was dreaming. That night, no one was home – the night when Dudley had been involved in an accident. I didn’t really want to study so I'd figured that I was better off sleeping. It was just after midnight, I think.” Harry’s face took on a distant expression. “Things got very interesting that night.”

Then his eyes refocused and he looked at Ron slyly. “You would not believe what Fred and George sent me. Some of their presents were quite useful.”

“I don’t think I want to know,” Ron and Hermione replied at the same time.

Harry chuckled weakly. “When I had woken up the next morning, I thought it was all a dream. But if you had been there, you would be able to see that there were two people sleeping on the single bed. I was crying, and it was then that I'd become aware of this on my neck.”

“So, Sirius was … corporeal that night?” Hermione questioned him thoughtfully. He nodded and watched her toy with a curly brown lock. “Is he dead?”

“Is he a ghost?” Ron inserted. Harry could only stare at them helplessly. Then his friend suddenly snapped his fingers. “Wait – when he was with you, do you see him the way we see the ghosts in Hogwarts, or did he appear normal to you?” Ron asked excitedly.

Harry opened his mouth to answer then hesitated. He leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers on the armrest noisily as he thought. “Now that you asked it,” he said very slowly, “Sirius looked as though he was alive. And I don’t think he is a poltergeist.”

“So … that means … Sirius is still here?”

“I don’t know, Hermione.”

“That’s just the first part, ‘Mione. Our solemn friend over there ran into an interesting figure just now.”

“What did you do now, Harry?” the witch asked him accusingly.

“I kissed Snape,” he answered in a strangled voice.

“WHAT?!?”

Harry took a deep breath. “All right – this was what had happened. I was walking around somewhere in the northern part of the castle. I was walking without any lights and I had bumped into Snape. He grabbed my arm and demanded as to what I was doing.”

“Then?” Hermione urged him to continue.

“I heard a voice.” As he predicted, his friends immediately fell silent. “It belonged to Sirius.” He massaged his temple wearily. “Sirius’s face was superimposed on Snape’s. Oh – the git deducted ten points off Gryffindor by the way.”

“You’re lucky it’s just ten, mate.”

“Anyway, Sirius told me to back off, and run … he told me to go to the room of requirement.” He stared at his two best friends uneasily. “Snape … Sirius’s … whichever … turned feral and I turned to run. That’s when it happened. Snape or Sirius pinned me to the wall…”

The common room was silent for a long time. No one spoke. Harry started to feel drowsy and his eyes drifted shut. The Gryffindor fell asleep.

Harry Potter avoided the Potions Master for the next several days. Even when he was in the same room with the vindictive wizard, he refused to acknowledge the wizard’s presence. Potions class was the hardest, and Malfoy had noticed how he had deliberately focused his eyes on a faraway object when Snape had begun to insult him.

He was walking aloneto the Great Hall where Ron and the rest of his friends were hanging out. When he saw Malfoy’s gang hanging around in the corner, he braced himself for whatever the Slytherins were going to say to him.

There was a lot of jostling in the group when the Slytherins saw him coming. The big-bodied Crabbe and Goyle blocked his way, and prevented him from passing through. Harry breathed in deeply through his nose.

“What’s the matter, Potty? Have you got a crush on Snape?”

“Are the girls beginning to bore you? Or were you just devastated when Cho Chang dumped you?”

He turned cold. Slowly, he glanced over his shoulder. He saw dark blur as Snape came striding toward them. He saw the recognition in the wizard’s black eyes.

“Potter!”

In a grip of panic, he pushed Crabbe and Goyle roughly out of the way, shouldered Malfoy aside, and sprinted for the nearest staircase. He was shaking rather badly when he reached the hall. He slid into his seat and leaned against Hermione.

“Harry? Are you all right?” the frizzy-haired witch asked, her face concerned.

“I heard him,” he whispered. “I hear him each time whenever Snape is near.”

“Settle down, mate.” Ron pushed a steaming cup of tea into his hand. “Eat something, will you? You’re as white as snow.”

“Maybe you should go and see Professor Dumbledore, Harry,” Hermione said softly. “You don’t really have to mention the … well, those parts.”

“Potter!!!” Snape’s loud bellow startled the students. Harry, who was already feeling unstable, dropped his cup in surprise. In a rather bewildered state, his eyes immediately focused on the entrance of the hall. Snape appeared, his face stormy. The wizard stopped, and his beetle-black eyes immediately rested upon Harry.

“In my office! Now!”

“But, sir! Harry hasn’t done anything!” Hermione immediately protested.

“Be quiet, Miss Granger! Ten points off Gryffindor! Potter! On your feet!”

Harry’s head started to pound and he massaged his temple. He looked at Ron and Hermione for help. They looked back at him helplessly and he slowly rose to his feet. The journey to Snape’s office was a blur, but he remembered seeing Malfoy looking at him with a somewhat terrified expression.

His headache was a torture and he was looking at things with narrowed eyes. He entered Snape’s usually cold office and sat on the chair, uninvited.

“Yes, Professor?” he croaked, and winced as his temple throbbed painfully.

“Just what are you doing?” Snape almost yelled. He did bang his fist on his table.

“What?”

“Running when you see me. Because of your odd behavior, I am appalled to hear rumors that you are enamored with me!”

“So?”

“What in the hell do you mean by that?” Harry snapped, and he stared directly into Snape’s eyes.

“What choice?” Harry asked through gritted teeth. He ignored Snape’s stunned expression.

That simple phrase shattered Harry’s dreams of being with Sirius.

“But you said–” You said that you would always be with me. Tears welled in his eyes and he immediately bowed his head, resting his forehead on one hand. His heart ached terribly.

Harry heard a rustle and felt someone moving in front of him. He felt hands on him. One took his free hand while the other caressed his cheek.

‘I will. Nothing can change that. But I can’t be here. It takes too much power to remain.’ The fingers caressing his cheek moved downwards to cup his chin. ‘Harry, look at me.’

Harry slowly opened his eyes, but he saw Snape’s face.

They were silver and not black.

“What are you planning then?”

‘Transferring you into the care of someone else,’ Sirius said, somewhat smugly.

“You’re mad. Not him.”

Snape … or Sirius leaned forward and kissed him tenderly on his lips. ‘I don’t know if it’s coincidence, but Snape happened to be a perfect vessel. I didn’t know that he was this powerful,’ Sirius mused. Snape’s hand came to rest upon Harry’s chest. ‘I will always be with you … right here.’

Another wave of grief washed upon Harry. Tears fell and dotted his school robe haphazardly. The eyes that watched over him softened and Harry felt Snape reaching out to hold his hands.

Snape slowly raised himself and kissed Harry.

This is Sirius … not Snape… The young Gryffindor told himself and submitted himself to the passionate kiss. Harry could feel the small chair that he was sitting on transform into something more comfortable. Then Snape pressed himself against him. In an almost instinctive manner, Harry reclined on the transfigured couch, allowing full body contact with the other wizard.

However, no matter how hard he tried to pretend that it was Sirius and not the hated Potions Master, things seemed to go out of their way to dispel his fantasies. Snape was bony, unlike Sirius, who, although, was quite emaciated after his breakout, had meat in the right places. Sirius was a bit muscular, but Snape was neither thin nor muscular. He was not fat or flabby either.

Harry – and so had the other students – thought that Snape’s hair would be oily, and if he touched it, grease would certainly be on his fingertips.But there were none, and Harry ran his fingers through the silky strands of black hair happily. It was getting even more difficult for him to think that this was Sirius.

Snape moaned when their erections met. That was another thing that told Harry that this was not Sirius’s. Snape was thicker. Harry suckled on Snape’s tongue hungrily and writhed under the wizard’s heavy body. The Potions Master responded by dragging his hips along and that elicited a cry from Harry.

It did not feel like Sirius. When Harry broke off from the kiss and stared up at Snape, obsidian-black eyes gazed at him fiercely.

There was a strange flicker in the wizard’s eyes and then, Snape stopped moving completely. His mouth worked, but no sound emerged. The older wizard began to untangle himself from the Gryffindor.

Harry, in a state of lust, quickly grabbed the wizard’s hips and reversed their positions.

“Po–uumphf!”

Harry had crushed his lips against Snape and he had one hand working on the wizard’s pants. He was not going to start thinking of the consequences of actually molesting Snape.

The moan that escaped from his throat was lost in the kiss. He wondered why he felt such thrill when he finally held the engorged organ in his hand. Snape shuddered and Harry began to stroke the man’s cock roughly. Meanwhile, he started pumping his hips and rubbed his cock against Snape’s thigh.

Harry was so close. He increased the strokes on the other wizard’s erection. Snape had lost what was left of his control, and was bucking his hips wildly. His erratic movements increased the Gryffindor’s desire. Harry wrenched his lips away, panting heavily. He watched the older wizard very closely and it became apparent that Snape was going to climax.

The older wizard let out a soundless cry as his cock pulsed and throbbed. His white seed spilled out messily onto Harry’s hand and onto his trousers. Harry watched in fascination as he squeezed the creamy white liquid out of Snape.

He gasped. He did not know why, but he looked pleadingly at Snape.

The older wizard was breathing heavily and he had pressed his right palm against Harry’s aching cock.

“Please…” Harry whispered, thrusting against the man’s hand. He held his breath as Snape slid his hand into his trousers and massaged his trapped cock. Snape wordlessly wrapped his fingers firmly around the organ and stroked it harder and faster.

Harry came hard, and he bit down on his lower lip to prevent himself from crying aloud. He collapsed against Snape with his body trembling violently and feeling very wet just now.

They lay like that for several more minutes, not speaking to each other. When Harry’s orgasm finally receded, he looked up.

Silver eyes gazed at him fondly. ‘He is yours to love now, Harry. Because I know now that despite his show of bitterness toward you, he actually loves you.’

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