Let Me Love You

Chapter One

Chapter One-

 "Why don't you love me? Tell me, baby, why don't you love me...when I make me so damn easy to love?

What is it going to take for him to notice me? Harry thought. I've done everything I can possibly think to get the dark haired man to see me. Harry Potter walked the halls of Hogwarts thinking of the perfect way to get Severus Snape to notice him. The man was gorgeous with his midnight hair that curls at the end reaching his shoulders, skin porcelain white, straight nose, and a smile that lights up not only his face but also the room. And, his eyes, Merlin; Harry never knew anyone whose eyes were so black. They were the color of quill ink and he was forever getting lost staring into those eyes.

Harry was in his seventh and last year at Hogwarts. It was the beginning of the school year, a month into the first semester. After graduation, Harry was expected to go into the family business and become an Auror. But that's not what Harry wants. One, he would not get to see the man he was in love with. Two, he was not a fighter. He was no wimp; he trained with the best of them, his father was a hit wizard, and his godfather was one of the best Aurors out there. Harry trained with them since he could walk, although it was not something he advertised. He did not want to disappoint his parents any more than he already did. The first was the fact that he was sorted into Slytherin and not Gryffindor like the rest of the Potters. The second was the fact that he was gay. His parents have had it in their mind that he would marry Ginevra Weasley since before she could walk.

He remembered the moment he sat down and told his parents he was gay. He also wanted to tell them whom he planned to marry but from his father's reaction he held back. Severus and his father were rivals back when they were in school together. Another issue could be the fact that his parents and the man that he was in love with were the same age.

He loved his parents but sometimes their prejudices to certain things really grated his nerves. They were not as open to new things has the rest of the Wizarding world. For instance, gay relationships, no matter the gender, are very common, with the use of magic and potions gay couples are able to have children. The prejudice comes from some traditional pureblood families like his own that want their sole male heir to marry a witch and have children. If it were not for the fact that Harry was an only child, his parents would have already disowned and disinherited him.

He could not understand his parents prejudice about him being gay, considering that Harry's godfather's are in a committed relationship. Sirius and Remus have been together since their time at Hogwarts. Sirius was the heir to the Black fortune, he had no children of his own and was not planning having any, on the day that Harry was born he supplied a bit of his blood to Harry making him his godson and heir to his fortune. Even though he loved his dad, he had a closer relationship to Sirius. Sirius was the first person he told that he was gay and that fact that he had a major crush on someone at Hogwarts.

Harry sighed to himself, walking over to the window to look out at the garden. He had no idea how to get the older man to notice him. He tried failing at potions to get extra study time with him even though he was brilliant at potions. Being the son of a Marauder, he used everything in the book he could think of, all but strutting into the class naked that is. He made sure the clothes he wore were tight fitting yet classy. While most students wore the traditional school robes, he was among the ones who wore the more up to date uniform. Black fitting trousers, white button-down shirt, and black waistcoat or vest with the school and house emblem on the left side of his chest, the only time an overcoat is required were during winter.

Harry liked this uniform better, for it was less bulky than the robes. He was always immaculate, never a crease out of place. He wore his hair long, usually in a plait down his back. When he turned fourteen, he got his ear pierced, much to his mother's disappointment, and he wore one silver stud in his left and an emerald one in the other. During the summer, he got a magical tattoo of a snake slithering out of a cauldron pot. He sighed thinking about the way he looked, and most would say he has a swimmers physic at 5'10" with lean muscles. He worked out five days a week; between swimming, jogging, and Quidditch he was fit.

It wasn't that Harry did not have his own admirers. It was common knowledge he was asked out constantly by both sexes. It took his best friends: Blaise and Draco to fend them off most of the time.

Moving from the window, he continued his walk to the dungeons. He had to meet his friends before dinner. Once he was inside the common room, he did not need to seek out his friends as they were in their usual spot. Blaise lounged on the couch with his head on his girlfriend Pansy's lap, while Draco sat in one of the wingback chairs stationed in front of the unlit fire. He walked over and dropped himself in the other wingback, sighing dejectedly.

Casting a muffliato over the group, this was what he loved about being in Slytherin. You were allowed to do just about any spells you wanted to. While his parents were more on the light side, he considered himself a grey wizard, as do Draco, Pansy, and Blaise. His friends rolled their eyes at his antics.

"What is it now, Prince Potter?" asked Draco. He was the heir to the Malfoy family; his dad was also a professor at Hogwarts and one of Severus's best friends. Severus was also Draco's godfather and knew how Harry felt about the man.

"Doesn't that sound wonderful, Harry Potter-Prince?" He said in a dreamy tone. "I just wish the man would realize how much I want him." Harry was aggravated because nothing he did seemed to work.

"I told you, Harry, I see the way he looks at you, and he wants you bad," Pansy said running her fingers through Blaise's curly locks. Pansy was the Heiress to Parkinson fortune. Her family was not as wealthy nor did they have the same political clout as the Potter, Malfoy and Zabini families did; yet she had beauty to bewitch the Zabini heir. They will be bonded a few months after graduation. "Take it from a woman who knows when a man wants something," she said with a wink.

"That you do, my Love," her fiancé told her bringing her head down for a kiss.

"Well, if that was the case, why doesn't he take me? It's not like I would put up a fight for crying out loud!"

This time, Draco piped in, "Well, maybe you should. Severus is a dominant man; he likes the thrill of the chase. You are making it too easy for him."

"I agree with Draco, Harry," the Zabini Heir said, his head was back on Pansy's lap.

"There is nothing a man likes more is when the one he wants makes him work for it, a challenge. We know how challenging you can be. You have not shown him the real you. Stop hiding behind the Hufflepuff mask and become the conniving Slytherin you are. After all, Slytherin's blood runs through your veins."

It was true. While he was not the heir to Slytherin, he was second in line. Professor Riddle was the heir and also his Uncle on his mother's side family. Currently, he is the DADA teacher; he was also another of Severus's best friends. The family relation stemmed from one of Harry's many greats grandmother who married Marvolo Gaunt I. Like Professor Riddle, and he is able to speak to snakes. Most light witches and wizards seem to view this one particular talent as dark magic. But those who know the history of the Slytherin line know it is a gift that is passed down in their bloodline. They were not particularly close, but Harry knew if he needed parental guidance he could go to Professor Riddle any time he needed. Thinking back to what Blaise and Draco said. He is a Slytherin after all, and we are known for their cunning.

"You know what, you guys are right."

"Of course, we are," Blaise, Pansy and Draco said together.

He rolled his eyes at them. "Starting tonight I'm going to give Severus Snape-Prince a run for his money," this was said with a smile his friends knew meant trouble.

A/N

Beyonce's why don't you love me the song was playing when I started writing this story, so that's was the inspiration for this chapter.