Aphrodite, Greek Goddess of Love

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The principal hated me. He hated Papa, too. He would always say that my bad attitude came from my lack of a mother. The first time that was mentioned, Papa told him that I originally had two fathers and never had a mother. That seemed to make that dickhead hate me even more.

The more time I spent in the school, the worse the offenses got. The detentions for being late moved on to detentions for not doing the homework, skipping classes, disobeying the teachers and being rude to the other students. My first suspension came after I struck down a classmate during a PE class after he expressed his homophobic outlooks.

Papa was so angry, but he didn't listen to me when I told him how much I hated the school.

I only had a few friends. They would skip class with me. For a few months, that's all we'd do. And still, Papa forced me to stay. We were hated by the rest of the school; we were the outcasts that no one wanted to talk to. I acted as if it didn't bother me, but they seemed so happy, talking about how much fun they had on the weekend with each other. I could never bring any of my friends home. There was too much of a risk there'd be an attack on Papa's life.

I hated Rose and Hugo so much for their life at Hogwarts. I was suffering with those idiots but they loved their lives.

I really couldn't stand being there day after day.

-

"Up."

Harry groaned, curling closer to his pillow. The last thing he wanted to do was go to his Potions class. Malfoy and Snape in the one room together, and he'd be shocked to death if Snape was unaware of the sexual tension between the two boys.

"Look, I don't mind if you don't show up for that class, but Hermione will tear you a new one and you know that," Ron continued, shaking the brunette's shoulder. "Come on. You'll miss out on breakfast at this rate."

"I'm not going."

The hands stopped their rocking for a mere moment. "She'll kill you and then she'll kill me for letting you skive out of this as well as everything else."

"Low blow, mate," Harry grumbled, turning around. He placed his glasses on his face, looking up at the redhead. "How am I supposed to go there, Ron? I kissed him." The words were hissed out so the other three couldn't hear him. They were still in the room, preparing for their own classes.

Although Ron's scores weren't high enough for him to enter the NEWTs Potions class, he was still meant to be there for the OWLs class. The two classes were held in the same room at the same time, but the lower level was there with the barest of help from Snape.

"I don't think he's willing to let that become public knowledge, Harry. He'd be just as disgusted as you are."

The pillow was suddenly smashed into Harry's face by his own hands. "I'm not disgusted by it," he admitted weakly. "I want more."

Ron took a step back. "Get up before you need a cold shower."

-

Scorpius had begged his dad to let him attend the Potions class. He had wanted to see his Uncle Sev in action for so long, and he was finally given the chance to see the infamous potions master work his magic in the classroom.

Draco had agreed, but told him to stay away from most of the Slytherins. The last thing he needed was for the kid to have little run ins with the people who currently hated him the most, regardless to the Invisibility Cloak. Scorpius was beyond ecstatic at the news.

"I might even be able to help Harry pass a potion for once."

Draco rolled his eyes. "I doubt that. It's a waste of time."

The younger teen laughed, throwing the Invisibility Cloak over his head. "Let's go. I wanna get a good seat."

"It's too early," Draco objected, but watched as the door opened and listened as his footsteps left the floor. "Stupid brat."

-

It was very rare that Harry went down to Potions class early, but Hermione had dragged him there when she saw how reluctant he was to head off the class. She made him grab nothing more than a few bites to eat and then pulled him the whole way down the dungeon long before they were needed there.

They were corridors away from the actual room when Scorpius bumped into them, covered in the Cloak.

"Scorpius?" Harry asked, watching as the blonde pulled the Cloak from his body.

"Dad told me I had to wait out here until the other students started to show up," Scorpius grumbled. "He's talking with Blaise Zabini about...something...I don't know what...but they both seemed really angry."

Harry swore under his breath as he took off in the direction Scorpius had come from. He rounded the corner just in time to see Zabini pin Malfoy to the stone wall before he forced their lips together.

And for once in his life, Harry felt a possessive rage.

Malfoy fought against the kiss, kicking out as much as he could, but his slighter form hardly made a dint in Zabini's bigger body. Hands moved over Malfoy's body, crushing their hips together as the taller boy pushed them closer together.

It was only when Zabini felt the tingling of Harry's wand pressed against the base of his skull that he released Draco from his grip.

"Back off, Zabini," Harry hissed, watching as Draco slipped out from the cage his body had created.

"This has nothing to do with you, Potter," the Slytherin claimed, raising his hands in a defensive manner.

"He's right," Draco confirmed, but moved behind Harry nonetheless.

"He was forcing himself on you and you expect me not to react?" Harry asked.

There was a gasp from the pinned boy. "Are you screwing him, Draco?" Zabini asked, figuring that was a reasonable excuse for Harry's reaction. "Is that...is that why you did what you did? Your father will kill you and you know that..."

"We're not doing anything," Draco objected, briefly feeling his hand tingle as if Harry was kissing it again. It craved Harry's touch again. "You know me better than to think I'd have any sort of relationship with a Gryffindor, let alone the Golden Boy."

"Then explain what you did! You couldn't have risked it all for absolutely nothing. It makes no sense..."

"Theo wasn't willing to listen to an explanation and you won't take the one I tried to give you."

"Why's he protecting you?"

Grey eyes looked over Harry's form. "I don't know...maybe he's fallen in love with me or something."

It took all of Harry's control not to turn around and hex Draco for making such an accusation. It didn't stop the blush from creeping over his face, though.

Despite his claim, Draco's fingers trailed over Harry's own. Harry's stomach flipped-but in that good way-before he lowered his wand. "Back off, Zabini. That's all there is to it."

The taller teen stepped away from Harry but turned around to leer at Draco. "I'll see you in class."

The moment he was into the classroom, Scorpius came out of hiding. "What happened?" he demanded to know, again ripping the Cloak from his body. "Did he hurt you?

"I'm fine," Draco claimed, shoving his disobedient hand into his pocket. "Cloak back on; we're in deep trouble if anyone sees you."

Scorpius rolled his eyes and shoved the Cloak back over his head. "See if I ever get Harry to save your life again."

-

Ron joined them at the very start of the class, losing a few points for his lateness. He merely shrugged his shoulders to Harry and Hermione before he took his seat at the back of the class. That was where he and the other OWL Potions students were meant to stay, while Snape worked with the smarter students up the front. Harry was glad that he and Hermione were always partnered together. With Ron at the back of the class, they never had to separate, which lessened his chances of being stuck with Malfoy. Even though they had gotten closer, it still wouldn't have been a good class had they been forced to work together. In fact, it was highly likely it would have been far too awkward now they were where they were in the relationship. He didn't even want to imagine what it would be like.

However, most of the time, they worked separately. Unfortunately for Harry, that just meant that he could make more and more mistakes and be the sole reason for them.

"You have me now," he heard Scorpius whisper to him as he groaned at the complexity of the potion. Harry couldn't help the small smile that crossed his mouth. He quickly caught Malfoy's eyes and grinned at him, wordlessly telling him that Scorpius was there to help him. Malfoy just shook his head with a weak smile of his own.

The potion today was a separate task, so Harry went to get his ingredients just like everyone else did. He was more than shocked when the Slytherins didn't knock him out of their way. Instead, they focused their attention on Malfoy, shoving him between each other and trapping him against the solid shelves. The moment Snape raised his eyes to the less than amicable behaviour, they all stopped, but the moment his head was down again, they were at it.

There was nothing the potions master could do about it. He would be under suspicion for halting their actions. Although he knew that, it pissed him off. However, there was no way in hell the anger was limited to the two Order members.

Harry caught Scorpius just in time, knowing the kid would rush off to help his dad. He subtly did so, but looked down at the invisible boy when he felt something cool and round slip into his palm.

"Put a few drops of this on their clothes," he heard Scorpius whisper as he examined the bottle. It was a complete sphere other than a small nozzle, which was obviously to be used as a dropped with small portions. Reaching up as non-suspiciously as possible, he planted a few drops on Nott's shoulder. As he grabbed up the ingredients, he watched the taller boy's reaction closely. By the time he was back at his desk (and Malfoy was safely at his own as well), Nott approached Snape, complaining about a loss of feeling to his right arm. From what Harry overheard, he couldn't feel anything past his shoulder blade.

Snape sent him to his room with a potion he dug out of his desk.

The laughter that came from Scorpius was barely contained.

"The Weasley twins didn't have a say in your upbringing, did they?" Harry whispered.

He heard the blonde choking on his laughter. "Could you imagine my dad letting them anywhere near me?"

Harry's own chuckles were stifled. "I think he'd had a heart attack just seeing them near you." The ingredients started to line themselves up on Harry's desk, clearly through Scorpius' handiwork. Green eyes skimmed the instructions in the book before he gave the thin air before him a sceptical look. "You've been those roots three stages before they're supposed to be added." He moved to relocate the ingredients, only to have Scorpius force his hand back down.

"I know what I'm doing."

Giving the blonde the benefit of the doubt (and knowing he'd be caught out if he continued to communicate with him), Harry gave up on arguing the point and made the potion the exact way Scorpius instructed him to.

More than once, Snape moved his way, raising an eyebrow at how things were turning out.

"Potter, where is Mister Malfoy?" he asked, watching Harry as he added in the final ingredients.

Harry turned around to see Malfoy a few desks down to his left. "Just down there, sir."

"You know what I..." His sentence was rudely interrupted by the perfect timing of Neville's mistake. His cauldron bubbled over and onto the table, threatening to destroy the desk he and Ron were working at. Before Snape had time to chide Harry for his answer, he rushed off to handle the incident the best he could.

Harry's followed him with his gaze, but as he turned back to his cauldron, he found grey staring back at him. Those eyes were taking in his every detail again, just as much as they had that night outside Scorpius' room. He felt the tingling hit him, going from the tips of his ears to the last nerve in his toes. As the tingling crept back up his body, it stopped halfway, direction at his groin.

Draco's teeth had captured his bottom lip in a way that was oh-so-sensual. Harry had to tear his eyes away before the sensations hitting his body caused a reaction he really didn't want to have.

Not again.

-

"Where the hell is Scorpius?" Harry asked, looking around the room but finding no younger teen.

Draco sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "Professor Snape grabbed him up after the stint the two of you played. He's taking all of Scorpius' dangerous potions away. I'm surprised he didn't take him off to Dumbledore after what the two of you did. You could have severely damaged his arm with that."

"And? He shouldn't have been pushing you around like that."

Harry nearly stepped back when Draco stepped up closer to him. He rarely watched Draco walk, but now, he saw the way those hips moved and found himself tingling all over again.

"You shouldn't have treated Blaise like that, either."

"I'm not going to sit around and let him molest you like that. The two of you are over..."

"That's none of your business."

Harry felt his whole body burn at Draco's words. "None of my business? Aren't you the one who got pissy at me when I said we weren't even friends?"

There was a dryness to Draco's mouth after that. "Were you jealous?"

Awkwardly, Harry stood in a defensive stance. "I wasn't jealous..."

"Possessive then?"

That struck a nerve. Yes. He was angry with Zabini for putting his hands-his lips-on his blonde.

Draco took Harry's silence as a yes and sighed again. He took a step forward, noting Harry's slight retreat again.

"Stop," Draco demanded, watching as Harry actually listened to him. He moved closer to the brunette until they were right in each other's space.

"What are you doing?" Harry muttered weakly, loving how close the blonde was to him. His hands moved up to grab the slim hips that now taunted him with ever step Draco took. Before he could help himself, one of his hands untucked the white school shirt from Draco's pants and slipped his hand onto the soft skin beneath it. "Didn't we agree...?"

"Yes, we did, and that's why I have to get this out of my system."

"Have to get wha...?"

Harry's question was cut off short as Draco stood on his toes, pressing their lips together. He instantly melted, eyes closing as he pulled Draco in as close to him as possible, wrapped his arms around the blonde tightly. Draco's arms went around Harry's neck, deepening their kiss.

It was as mind blowing as Harry had ever experienced. He tilted his head, moaning as he felt Draco's lips nipping at his own.

All too quickly, Draco started to untangle himself from Harry's grasp, his hands trailing down to Harry's chest to break away from him.

The kiss stopped with a complaining groan from Harry.

Draco, on the other hand, shuddered as he rested his head against Harry's shoulder. "Okay," he breathed, licking his lips, "that was...now that that's over..." He couldn't get his head around the words. "Now that I've done that, I can focus on other things..."

"The hell with that," Harry hissed, pulling Draco against him sharply. "It's only making me want more."

Draco pushed against Harry's chest weakly. "Scorpius will be here soon..."

"I don't care."

Harry's hand came up behind Draco's head and pushed their lips together again in a more desperate kiss. He barely had to ask for permission; it was granted the moment Draco felt him trying to breech his lips. They were intertwined so deeply, loving every moment of it.

The brunette had never once imagined his nemesis would taste this damn good, and the feel of him in his arms was beyond any dream he had ever had, and yet, there he was. He was absolute perfection.

Harry had never jumped so high in his life like he did when the door to the Room of Requirement opened up.

"Oh my god; I'm so sorry."

They both heard Scorpius' voice, but had separated long before he could find it.

"Think nothing of it," Harry insisted, licking his lips before he could help himself. He sheepishly raised his eyes to the older blonde to find him with his back to him. He was hurriedly tucking his clothes back to their normally perfect state, pushing his hair back into place where he knew Harry had messed it up.

"Dad?" Scorpius removed the Invisibility Cloak.

Draco ran his hand through his hair again before he turned around to face his son. "Sorry about that." His face was beyond red. Harry never thought he'd see so much colour in a Malfoy before.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah...just a little..."

"I guess it's not every day I walk in to see my dad snogging another man..."

Draco gasped. "You...oh no. Your papa..."

"It's okay," Scorpius smiled brightly. He stepped up to his dad and pulled him into a tight embrace. "You and Papa don't end up together for a long time. Go ahead and snog the Gryffindor all you want. It doesn't affect me at all. I'm glad to see you and Harry getting along so well, actually."

Draco rolled his eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'm quite certain Harry had his tongue down your throat."

That had the two students blushing as darkly as possible. Harry cleared his throat.

"Are you ready to start with your training?" he asked, looking at Draco.

The blonde merely nodded his head. He was pleased to get off the conversation.

"Can I join?" Scorpius asked, completely hopeful. Both Harry and Draco shot down the idea as soon as it was proffered. "Why not? I can fight alongside you guys. I mean, I have a fighting spirit in my DNA. Both my dad and my papa are strong fighters..."

"Your dad isn't a strong fighter. If he was, he wouldn't be here now," Harry pointed out.

Draco scoffed at that. "I'm here because Scorpius asked me to get help. I don't need it from you, Potter. I'm fully capable of fighting and winning on my own."

The moment Harry's eyes made contact with Draco's, they both wished they hadn't. Stomachs became swamped with butterflies and other fluttering creatures, not for the first time that day.

Scorpius' nervous cough brought them out of it. They both turned to him to apologise, but found him pointing at something behind them. "Anyone want to explain that?" Harry could have died at what he saw.

"That wasn't me," he claimed, looking at the overly luxurious four poster bed at the back of the room.

The Slytherin quickly denied having summoned the bed as well.

It disappeared as quickly as it had appeared and was soon replaced with training equipment.

-

"Harry and Mister Malfoy are getting closer and closer, it would seem," Remus said to Severus, going over the potion master's class notes.

"Their kid is helping him out," Severus retorted, snatching the notes from Remus' hand. "I could have brought the potion to you. It's got another ten minutes left."

Remus shrugged, bumping into Severus gently as he walked past him to look into the bubbling cauldron. "It doesn't bother me. I've finished marking my papers after all."

"Shouldn't you be with your partner?"

His voice was like acid and that made the werewolf angry. It was quickly coming up for a bite.

"Nymphadora has to work tonight. She doesn't like to be around through a full moon."

"So I get stuck with your company?"

They were in Severus' office where Severus was working on several potions at once. Remus had joined him for his company, watching the taller man work at what he loved so much.

There was a grace about Severus Snape when he set his mind to his potions. He could easily work on multiple brews without losing focus on a single step. Everything was thought out perfectly. At the same time, it was completely natural to him. One ingredient was sliced one way for the potion on his left; the same substance was pressed another way for the cauldron on his right. He worked the knives with efficiency, mere silver glints in the scarce light as he used their thin blades like they were extensions of his body.

"You really do make this whole potion-making thing look like an art, you know?" Remus enquired, coming up behind the Slytherin.

For the first time in a long time, Severus felt his body respond to the presence of another. If his suspicions were correct, the werewolf behind him was his future husband and he couldn't have asked for anyone better. The Gryffindor was an intelligent man capable of virtually anything. His time with Potter and Black taught him how to be resilient; taught him to do what he had to in order to get what he wanted. Add it to the nature of the wolf growling so close to the surface and he got a passionate man who was potentially the man he was to be with for the rest of his life.

He had a sneaking suspicion that the wolf was barely contained as he felt Remus' reaching for something on the desk before him. In order to do so, Remus' hand slipped between Severus' own body and his arm. Severus' breath caught when he saw the sliver of the knife's blade disappear from sight in the werewolf's hand.

"And just what do you plan on doing with that, Lupin?" Severus breathed. He found it hard to raise his voice above a harsh whisper and found himself mentally cursing for his reaction to the other's movements. That wolf was very close to the surface, especially so late in the night of a full moon.

"I'm just looking."

He felt the hot breath on the back of his neck, getting a larger reaction from his body.

The silver item briefly came into his view just before he heard it slicing into his shirt.

"It's as sharp as it looks," Remus assessed.

"You need your potion or your woman."

Remus laughed cruelly. "She might be my woman, but not the mate."

The werewolf deliberately rose up on his toes to whisper that to his ears.

Severus decided they were beyond flirting. "Give me the knife, Lupin."

He obeyed, slipping the knife into Severus' hand. However, he grabbed the appendage and pulled it up to his mouth. With a gentle nip, he bit into the worn skin of Severus' hand, making sure not to break the skin. "Why have you been acting differently with me?" Remus asked, his other hand tearing where he had cut at the shirt.

"I'm not the one trying to intimidate you," Severus replied.

Remus licked where he had bitten. "I'm not trying to intimidate you at all, Severus. I can smell it."

"Smell what? If you somehow believe it's fear, it's not."

"I know it's not fear. It's so much more tempting than fear."

The hand not holding Severus' moved around Severus' body to the front of his waist. His fingers quickly danced over the fly of Severus' pants, rubbing gently when he found what he wanted.

"You bastard," Severus hissed out, his stomach clenching at the action. The mousey man was teasing him in one of the cruellest of was.

All he received in return was a chuckle. The fingers disappeared, retreating.

"I told you it was more tempting." He finally let go of the hand. "I believe there's a potion somewhere that's burning."

Severus' hands came back to life as he felt the werewolf back away from him; though found that he missed the warmth Remus had been providing him. He went to work at fixing the spoilt potion, thankful it wasn't the wolfsbane that had began to curdle.

He heard the back door open and nearly cursed as he realised Remus had gone into his private room. The wolfsbane had been close to spoiling though, so he spent his time working on bringing it back.

By the time it was safe enough to leave the potion alone, he followed Remus into the room, giving his torn shirt the barest of glimpses.

What he found had him close to tearing his hair out.

That damned werewolf had spread himself out on Severus' bed, reading the letter Scorpius had left him with. He was lying on his back, lying across the bed sideways with his legs hanging over the edge.

"Give that here," Severus ordered, though he didn't expect the ex-Marauder to listen.

"This is the letter Scorpius gave you when we were in Albus' office?" Remus asked, placing the letter back on the table without taking his eyes off Severus.

"Yes."

"So you've known for that long? You've known about our future together for this long?"

Severus sighed lightly, approaching the bed. He knelt on it next to Remus, reaching for the letter. When he straightened out, he realised just how close he was and instantly berated himself for it. The last thing he really needed was to push the already tempted wolf over the edge.

"I had my suspicions. How did you find out?"

"Scorpius told me in a way."

Severus nodded his head, finally understanding. "How long ago?"

"The first night."

A black eyebrow rose up. "You've known for that long? That's not...why the hell would you argue with my decision to keep it a secret when you've known for as long as I have?"

"Well, he wasn't meant to tell me..."

Severus scrunched up the letter. He kept it only for the words on Remus. Now that the werewolf knew, there was no reason for him to keep it there for his anxiety.

"You're still with that woman, though, aren't you?"

Remus shrugged in a way that Severus could only explain as sexily. He looked so sensual the way he was spread on his bed for him.

"Scorpius told me she has to catch me cheating on her with you before our relationship could end...he wants it to be just as it had been in his time."

"Things didn't turn out too well in his time if memory serves me right."

Remus pushed himself up so that their faces were only inches apart.

"I really want this," Remus admitted softly.

Severus felt his mouth slip open for just a second before he looked down. "Not now," he argued softly, wanting nothing more than to have the werewolf writhing in his bed.

"Why not?"

He held himself up with one hand as he used the other to unbutton the first of Severus' buttons. The potions master quickly smacked the hand away. Undeterred, Remus started on untucking him.

"It's a full moon tonight..."

"I've had sex on a full moon before, Severus," Remus smirked, his hand flicking a second button free from its hole. "The trick is to get it over and done with before the moon fully rises."

"Are you thinking straight?" Severus demanded, removing Remus' hand from his shirt. It just came back for more. Needing the other to see his reasoning, Severus grabbed his wrist, pinning him to the bed. There was a flash of triumph in his eyes. "This isn't me initiating sex..."

"I initiated it, actually," Remus countered, his free hand cupping Severus' cheek before aiming for a third button. So far, he'd managed the top and the bottom button.

That hand was held down with Severus' other hand, but he quickly switched so that he could hold both wrists in his one hand, pinning the arms down above Remus' head.

"Not tonight," he reiterated, though he wasn't all that successful. Having straddled the Gryffindor, his body was reacting as strong as it ever had.

"So you're just teasing me?"

"I don't think our relationship is supposed to start off like this."

"Who cares?" The wolf in Remus was incredibly interesting. It turned him into a highly sexual being, it would seem. "For all we know, this is how it started in Scorpius' time."

Severus lowered his lips to Remus' in a chaste kiss, pulling away a moment later. That was the first time he had ever heard Remus growl, letting the wolf take over physically for a moment.

"First years would kiss better than that, Severus."

The free hand traced Remus' lips before a second kiss graced them. It was needy and rough in Remus' desperation, but short lived.

"Severus! If you don't do more..."

"You'll what, Lupin?" Severus sat up as he felt his wand vibrate in his pocket. It was a timer, letting him know that the wolfsbane was completed. He sat up, releasing his hold on the Gryffindor, who immediately reached for him. Remus dragged their mouths together, winding their tongues in a dance that nearly had Severus submitting to both their wants.

He forced himself away and into the office before Remus could complain. He came back moments later with the wolfsbane potion.

"Drink it and go back to your woman."

Red quickly flashed through his eyes as the wolf tried to argue the order, but the human won out. With a shaking hand, Remus showed just how strong he was compared to the wildness inside him.

-

Albus held his forehead in his hand. He had just received the news.

A student had been taken by Voldemort. He had been lured out into the ForbiddenForest with promises of a place within Voldemort's Inner Circle.

He was rewarded with a brutal abduction.

Blaise Zabini had been beaten by the Death Eaters before they Apparated away with his bloodied body.

Albus had thanked the centaur responsible for relaying the information before he begrudgingly called up everyone in the Order to him.