Challenge: (If it's in response to a challenge): bothropsatrox (on LJ) requests: Can someone, anyone please, write me a fic where Harry is not a submissive sexually naive tart? I would love a Snarry where they are both equals. Maybe an Auror Harry, self assured please. Post HBP. I like the dynamic of Harry still having Ron and Hermione as friends and trying to manage Severus biting comments while they’re around. It can be light or dark. No character death or bondage or any thing to kinky though. I'm all in favour of dirty talk. Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with anyone that owns the HP universe. Beta:Alinora Harry took a long look around as he made the walk up to the gates of Hogwarts. It had been a long time since he had visited; in fact, it had been seven long years. During that time, he had traveled some of the world and visited all the places he had longed to see as a child when he would watch the Dursleys leave him behind. He pushed open the school’s doors to find Minerva McGonagall waiting for him. “Harry Potter!” she exclaimed, and pulled him into a warm, motherly embrace. “Professor,” he remarked, “How have you been?” “Well, I’m doing very well. It’s so wonderful to see you! We were all so happy to hear that you would be able to visit and teach Professor Weasley’s classes for the remainder of the term. And I’ve told you time and time again, my name is Minerva.” “So, it is! And how is Hermione? Big as a whale?” he said with a cheeky grin. “Now, Mr. Potter, that isn’t very nice. She’s, in fact, doing very well. Poppy says that she is due any day. Come, let’s walk to the Great Hall. You are just in time for dinner.” “Great, I’m famished!” Harry said as he offered his arm. She took it with a smile. Together, they walked into Great Hall where dinner had just started. It became eerily silent when the students noticed who was escorting Professor McGonagall. “Children,” McGonagall began once they had reached the head table, “This is Professor Potter. He will be joining us for the remainder of term to help Professor Weasley with her duties.” The room exploded into applause and shouts. Harry gave them a nod, and pulled Professor McGonagall’s chair out for her. Once she was seated, he went to where his seat was waiting for him. He leaned over to hug Hermione, who was giving him a huge smile, and sat down. “So, how’s mini-Ron?” Harry asked once the room had continued dinner. “He’s kicking up a storm,” Hermione commented as she rubbed her protruding belly. “And Ron?” “He is having a blast working with Fred and George.” “Literally, right?” Harry snickered. “Oh, you!” Hermione exclaimed, “He should be back from Hogsmeade just after dinner. We’ll expect you to drop by our rooms.” “Of course, I will,” he said. Harry then turned to his right and noticed his other dining partner, Professor Snape. He hadn’t changed all that much in the seven years since Harry had last seen him. There was a touch of grey at his temples and his face had a few more lines, but, all in all, he was the same Professor Snape. “Professor Snape, good to see you.” Harry greeted the man. “Sadly, I can not say the same, Mr. Potter.” Snape sneered back. “Professor, please,” Harry retorted back. Snape snorted and arched his eyebrow. “Filling in for a pregnant woman does not a professor make, Potter.” “Professor Snape,” Hermione began, but Harry cut her off. “No, Professor Snape, but teaching at Cambridge does.” With that said, Harry returned to his food and ignored the man beside him. Twenty minutes later, he was following Hermione to her rooms. Ron was already waiting for them and caught Harry in a huge hug. “Mate, it’s fantastic to see you! I can’t believe how long it has been!” Ron exclaimed as he pulled Harry to a sitting area and gestured for him to sit down. “Harry, before you and Ron get lost in memories of the past, McGonagall wanted me to tell you where your rooms are…” It was several hours and a couple of Firewhiskeys later that Harry found himself walking to his rooms. As he walked along, he ran into Snape doing his nightly stalking. “Good to see that some things never change.” Harry said to Snape as he walked by. “And just how would you know, Potter, that some things never change? You haven’t showed your face in over seven years.” Harry arched his eyebrow, continued walking, and gave Snape some parting words, “Just because you haven’t seen me, doesn’t mean I haven’t been around. Of course, you already know this, don’t you? McGonagall tells me that you’re asking after me all the time.” Thirty minutes later after finishing his nightly ablutions, Harry was reclining on his bed thinking of the past. His past where he had thought Snape and he had a chance- a chance to be together. It had been just after the war. He and Snape had shared an incredible night of passion, but the next morning Snape had been gone. The note left for him had just about destroyed Harry. The note had said that Snape didn’t need or want child in his bed….that he taught enough of those at school. Harry remembered feeling like someone had punched him in the gut. It had taken everything he had to walk away, and to make sure that Snape never, ever saw him when he visited the Magical world. It was while thinking about these things over and over that Harry eventually fell asleep. The next morning, Harry found himself sitting next to Snape. Finding that he still had feelings for Snape, he decided to up the ante in their little disputes. While he was talking to Hermione, he kept letting his knee drift towards the potions master’s left leg. It was gratifying to watch Snape squirm and become annoyed. Later at lunch, Harry made sure he dropped his fork on the floor. As he bent to pick it up, he made sure his face was very close to Snape’s lap. Harry thought it was hysterical to watch Snape jump from his chair and stalk out of the Great Hall. Dinner was more of the same. Only, Hermione had caught on to his little game and was sending him looks of disapproval. No matter, Harry continued his little game through dessert. Then, he followed Hermione to her rooms to spend some time with her and Ron. Hours later, Harry was walking back to his rooms where he once again ran into Professor Snape. Trying to hide his grin, he called out to Professor Snape, “Found anything interesting?” Snape scoffed, “Hardly.” He continued walking. Harry strolled by him and said, “Would you like to?” Snape hissed, “Are you mad? We are in the corridor of a school, Mr. Potter.” “We can change that, too. And it’s Professor.” Harry grabbed him by the front of his robes and began walking him to his rooms. “Will you stop, you insolent…” “Yes?” Harry continued walking, still pulling Snape to his rooms. “What do you think you are doing?” “I’m pulling you to my rooms where I plan on,” Harry leaned in and whispered in Snape’s ear, “fucking you all night long.” “Ah…ummm…Mr. Potter,” Snape growled inelegantly. “Professor,” Harry assured him as they got to his rooms and whispered his password. The door opened and Harry pushed Snape inside. Once the door closed, Harry pushed Snape against the closest wall and snogged him madly. They were both panting heavily. “You want this, don’t you?” Harry asked cockily. “No…” Harry pulled Snape closer and began nibbling on his ear. Then he began kissing down his neck with small flicks of his tongue. Once at his lower jaw, he pulled him into another drowning kiss. “You want this, don’t you?” Harry asked again. “I think not, Mr. Potter.” “Professor,” Harry reminded him as he began to remove Snape’s robes button by button. Harry licked all the new flesh exposed to him. “You want this, don’t you?” “Yes, you insufferable brat!” Snape pulled Harry into a deep kiss. They both pulled back panting and staring intently at one another. “Professor,” Harry reminded again, a smirk firmly in place. Snape snorted and began working on Harry’s robes. Soon, they were both wrapped up in the jobs of removing the other’s clothing. Once they were both nude, they pulled each other close and began touching everywhere. “You kiss better than you smirk.” Lick. "Shut up.” Suck. “Honestly! And that’s saying something.” Kiss. “I said shut up.” Bite. “Ouch” “It’s Professor!” Lick and suck. “You are not...ahh...humorous...brat. Ooohh…” Nibble. "You like that, don’t you?” “Maybe.” Suck. Suck. Lick. Suck. Lick. Suck. Swallow. "You so liked that.” “Hmmmpmpf.” “Probably the best you’ve ever had.” Kiss. “Hardly.” Laugh. “Yes, you are- again.”