But if we get much closer, I could lose control
Severus’s eyes darted to the left, then to the right. His Master just watched him, his face giving away nothing. He knew that any moment now, his Master could decide their game was over, but he had to try. He shot a wordless giggling curse at his Master (weird things stick with you from your school years) but his Master just laughed dryly, as if he was amused by Severus’s efforts. Harry sent a surge of arousal through their bond. Focus on this.
Severus faltered in his movements. He tried to shoot an expelliarmus at his Master (useless, he knew Harry didn’t need a wand, but he was also not performing at his optimal capacity) when Harry sent another, stronger surge of arousal through their bond. FOCUS ON THIS. Severus stopped, dead in his tracks. His expelliarmus dissipated before it fully left his wand.
Remus and his submissive watched from the sidelines- Harry and Severus had taken the pair out in seconds and were now facing each other. Harry would win, he always won, but Severus would not capitulate without a fight.
Severus was very conflicted about his next move but he trusted his Master implicitly. Desperate times... He turned his wand on a defenseless Remus and Bill. His Master’s eyes followed his movement and widened a little. He knew his Master was calculating if he could disarm Severus before Severus’s spell could hit his captives. They had never involved the losing parties in the duel before. They usually just treated Remus and Bill as a warm up before their own fight.
Harry looked at Severus and contemplated what might happen if he used the bond to influence his submissive. It could disarm him or cause a surge of wild magic. He couldn’t take a chance. Harry raised his hands in surrender. Severus lowered his wand in surprise; he had never won before. And that’s when Harry blinked and the entire room shifted. Remus and Bill found themselves behind a magical shield, with a pile of Severus’s neatly folded clothing. A naked Severus looked up to see his Master holding his wand.
“But-”
Harry cut Severus off with a silencing spell.
“I like it when you play dirty. But you forget I was supposed to be in Slytherin.”
Harry stalked up to Severus.
“Down.”
Severus kneeled, then bowed, and brought his forehead to his Master’s feet.
“I win. I. Always. Win.”
Harry looked at Severus, warmth pooling in his groin.
“Serve.”
Severus kissed his Master’s shoes. Harry circled his submissive predatorily, then gathered Severus’s face in his hands and pulled him up into a rough kiss.
“My brilliant boy.”
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A few weeks later, Harry invited Bill and Remus around for tea. Severus was in charge of serving. Bill had offered to help, but werewolf submissives were made differently than magical bloodline submissives. Bill submitted to his alpha sexually, but very much led around his quieter alpha until he needed Remus to take him in hand and keep him in check.
“You’re a terrible influence on my submissive,” said Harry, smirking while Severus poured Bill’s tea. He had, of course, served his Master first. His Master always came first.
“I am a paragon of virtue, Hart, just look at me.” Bill crossed his ankles comically and lifted his pinky finger while sipping his tea. “I could practically outdo any Renaissance submissive.”
Harry snorted. Remus swatted Bill on the thigh and Bill snorted. They kissed, and when they pulled away, Bill found himself dressed in a petticoat and layers of skirts. He barked out a laugh and smiled coyly at Remus.
“Nauseating, the both of you.”
Severus smiled while pouring tea for Remus. His Master was certainly amusing.
“We’re nauseating?” retorted Bill. “You dominate poor Severus everywhere. Even during our duels you don’t play fair!”
“Now, now, Severus is a full time submissive.” Harry pulled Severus close to him with an arm around his waist. He grabbed the pot of tea from Severus and poured a cup, placing it on the small coffee table near his armchair. “Kneel, pet. I’ll give you some when it’s cooler. Much too hot for you now; you’ll burn yourself.”
Harry turned back to Bill. “I take care of my submissive. You fucked during our duel.”
“Only after you took us out and trapped us inside an infernal shield so you could stalk your submissive. We needed some way to occupy ourselves.”
“Absolutely no control, you werewolves,” said Harry in jest.
Remus blushed a little. He wasn’t as comfortable as Bill was with their werewolf dynamics. In the heat of the moment, it seemed necessary to remind Bill that he was Alpha, but in retrospect, he can’t believe he let Bill coerce him into fucking in front of Severus and Harry, even if the other couple was preoccupied in their own little world. Then again, his submissive was sitting next to him in a petticoat for goodness sake, and he still looked manly and attractive. Maybe Bill wasn’t the most conventional submissive, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“What were you doing to poor Severus during that duel anyway?” asked Bill.
Severus touched Harry’s thigh and Harry nodded at him.
“How are you liking the new arrangements?” Severus asked Bill. Harry snorted at the horrendous deflection.
“Well I certainly get to see Remus more, so that’s nice. Only Harry Potter could start teaching at Hogwarts the year he finishes his mastery and completely revolutionize the way the subject is taught.”
“It just didn’t make the most sense having practical lessons as part of lectures. Practical sessions are much better individualized, or at least in smaller groups.”
Harry had come in with a new lesson plan the month before school started. He proposed splitting DADA into lecture and practice. Lectures, given by Remus, were shared by all four houses until fifth year. All the first years took lessons together, all the second years, and so on. Practical lessons were taught by Harry in individualized groups based on skill level. All students were assessed in the beginning of the school year and split into four tiers within each student year. The lowest tier had the most practical hours and the top tier had the least, so that every student could learn the necessary spells at his or her own pace. There were midpoint evaluations at the middle of each semester so students could move between tiers as needed.
At the end of fourth year, another exam was given where students could attempt to qualify for more advanced defense courses that were geared toward skill level rather than student year. For example, a student with a perfect score would be placed in a class with all other fifth through seventh year students in that category rather than other students in his or her specific year. Remus taught the regular DADA lecture and practical for students who scored less than 50% on the advanced exam, as well as the third tier advanced class for students who score between 50-75% on the advanced exam. Harry taught the second and first tier advanced courses for students who scored 75-90% on the advanced exam, or 90-100%, respectively. They were working on a similar solution for other practical courses but did not want to split up the student years too much.
“How was the first week for you, Severus? I heard Harry brought you to his advanced classes.”
Severus smiled. “It was.. exhilarating serving my Master in front of some of my former students.”
“Oh, so the new ones didn’t get to meet the formidable Professor Snape?”
“...Well, I wouldn’t say that exactly.”
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Harry walked into the first day of class, Severus followed closely behind, his open robes displaying his collar proudly. Harry moved to speak in the front of the class and Severus knelt behind him, slightly to his Master’s left. It was just a precaution, but he always chose to protect his Master’s weaker side.
“Welcome to Defense, the practical portion of Defense Against the Dark Arts. I am Professor Harry Potter and this is Tier 1 Defense. All of you have been qualified to attend this class on your own merit, so for that I say ‘Congratulations’ and I expect great things from all of you. Behind me is my bonded submissive. Some of you,” he said, glancing at the sixth and seventh year students, “have previously met Professor Snape in the potions classroom. I’m sure all of you have heard of his reputation. Antagonize him at your own risk.”
Severus glared at the class. He saw a few younger years with wilder imaginations start to sweat.
“Say ‘hello’ Severus.”
Severus smiled up at his Master. “Hello, Master.” A few of the seventh years students’ jaws fell open. Severus smirked at the class.
“And that’s the best you’re going to get from him. Please remove all outer robes and partner off in pairs. These pairs are not permanent, I will adjust as I feel I need to. When you have found your partner, move to the outer edge of the classroom in single file and construct a magical shield around yourself and your partner.”
As the students partnered up, Harry observed as they erected shields around themselves. Many found the easy solution of one partner providing the inner shield, and the other the outer shield. Only one pair was able to work together to form a single shield that surrounded them both.
Harry stood in the center of the room and put up a shield around himself and Severus. Severus then moved to touch the palm of his hand to his Master’s back and the shield expanded, growing thicker and more opaque.
“When you allow one partner to assume the leading role, and the other to be supportive, you’ll find your spellwork to be much stronger than either alone. I conduct the shield and my submissive lends me his magic to strengthen it. He chooses to allow me to lead. He chooses to support. Only one pair was able to discover this and execute it properly on their own. Congratulations Mr. Lys and Ms. Vane. 10 points each to Ravenclaw and Slytherin. The rest of you will now practice doing just that, and when you are done and protected, my submissive and I will duel.”
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“Tell me you didn’t fuck during the duel!” interrupted Bill. Remus laughed. It was like being with the marauders again. He made a mental note to avoid leaving Bill and Sirius unattended together. Ever.
“Not in front of my students,” hissed Harry, finally picking up Severus’s drink and holding it out for him to sip.
“How’d you deal with you getting all riled up like you normally do?”
“Let’s just say I gave Severus some accessories that I could focus my magic on when it became too much.”
“Oo, poor Severus.”
Severus smiled at his Master over the cup of tea, and answered Bill.
“It was worth it.”
“He’s such a good boy, my Severus. He showed a bunch of people how to lend magic. I can’t believe it’s not something routinely taught. But Severus had a grand old time. I nearly pissed myself when he scared the crap out of one of my students. I know it shouldn’t be funny but we were supervising the class, and-” Harry started giggling. “You know how Severus can just appear without you noticing him coming? Well one of my students was in the middle of the spell and his partner was struggling with lending his magic, so-” Harry started laughing in earnest. “So Severus swapped in and- hahaha- I thought the poor fifth year was going to have a stroke- ahahaha- when he noticed, when he noticed whosehandwasonhisback! I had to put up a glamour, I was laughing so hard!”
Bill was laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe, and Remus had tears in his eyes. Five minutes later, Bill managed to gasp out, “I need to see this. To the pensieve! Oh Merlin, I need to start accompanying Remy to classes; he needs more stories like this.”