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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape
  Character:
      Fred_Weasley, George_Weasley, Oliver_Wood
  Additional Tags:
      Initiations, Humor, WIP, Awkwardness, Complete
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-06-05 Completed: 2016-07-18 Chapters: 10/10 Words: 20652
****** Cadbury ******
by riffraff84
Summary
     All new Gryffindor quidditch players must attend initiation and the
     after party. Harry Potter is no different. However when secrets are
     spilled over fire whisky the boys take it upon themselves to help
     Harry out, with disastrous results.
Notes
     I don't own them, I just play for a little while and return them. All
     associated warnings are clearly stated. I make no money but my muse
     is a review whore, who isn't ashamed to ask...
     Another short one for those interested. A bit of fun and some
     interesting situations along the way. Looking at it being 8 Chapters
     with a prologue and epilogue - 10 all up. Enjoy.
***** Prologue *****
Cadbury
Summary: All new Gryfindor quidditch players must attend initiation and the
after party. Harry Potter is no different. However when secrets are spilled
over fire whisky the boys take it upon themselves to help Harry out, with
disastrous results.
Prologue
“I’ve never been caught with my hands full….”
“Merlin Harry you really haven’t lived much have you?” Oliver Wood laughed as
he watched most of the gathered group around the fire take large swigs of their
fire whisky in reply to the previous question. Harry however still sat in his
quidditch leathers, his glass of fire whisky untouched since the drinking game
had begun over half an hour ago.
“You really haven’t copped a feel yet? Even with Cho? By Accident?” Fred
Weasley spoke up in surprise once he’d swilled yet another mouthful of his own
fire whisky. The eldest red headed twin had already gone through two glasses of
whisky. Harry blushed and lowered his gaze back to the fire they were sat
around having wished he’d never agreed to play the stupid game. It was gone
past curfew but none were worried. Tradition, at least for one night, over
shadowed Hogwarts rules and regulations. The initiation for the newest
Gryffindor Quidditch players had taken place on the secluded North bank of the
lake. The newest recruits had been given humiliating tasks to complete to prove
their worthiness within the team before being presented with their Quidditch
pins. They had laughed and joked as they’d watched the spectacle of the newbies
but now that tradition had been completed the party had taken over.
The pilfered bottles of fire whisky had been brought out, the music had been
switched to high and a small bonfire had been set on the gravel bank of the
lake.
“Merlin Harry, even Ron’s got to second base. He’s been stealing cheeky feels
from Hermione’s tits since first year. Admittedly he’s got permission from her
now, but still.” George remarked in surprise as the group of Gryffindors looked
sympathetically at Harry.
“I think I’m going to go to bed. This isn’t exactly a game I’m going to win.”
Harry muttered as he downed his full glass of fire whisky in one go and earning
himself a round of applause. A little light headed he stood up from the log
seat he’d shared with Oliver around the fire and went to head back towards the
castle.
“Don’t be like that Harry, some of us are just man whores.” Oliver caught
Harry’s hand and pulled the younger boy back down to sit on the log. Fred and
George muttered their dissent of Oliver’s comment before turning their
attention back to Harry. “Maybe we could help?”
“We could point out the opportunities to expand your social experience, so you
don’t miss them.” Fred became excited as he added to Oliver’s suggestion.
“We’d be like your wing men 24/7. You’d never miss an opportunity again.”
George continued as the three elder boys began nodding at each other in
agreement.
“Whoa! Back up the broomstick a minute. I’m really not at all interested in
having wing-men, my love life needs no help.” Harry scoffed sharply trying and
failing to sound more confident than he knew he really was. It was embarrassing
to be the only one around the group not actively participating in normal
teenage behavior.
“What love life? Time alone with your right hand doesn’t count.” George barked
out with a laugh causing the group once again to laugh at Harry’s expense.
Harry closed his eyes as a blush crept up his neck and face despite the alcohol
fueled glow he already sported.
“Nice George, at least I didn’t need to see Madam Pomfrey for a potion for my
dick after I caught Whomping Warts from Hilda Greenwood.” Harry snapped nastily
and watched as George blushed the same shade of red that Harry had been just
before. Satisfied that he’d placated the nasty comments Harry allowed Oliver to
throw an arm drunkenly around his shoulder as the elder boy spoke.
“Come on Potter it’ll be fun. We’ll be real discrete no one but us will know.”
Oliver slurred as he spoke. Harry watched as the elder wizard tried to wink in
what Harry assumed was supposed to be conspiratorially but looked more a little
like sleazy.
“Yeah Harry let us, your quidditch brothers in arms, take care of your needs.”
George waggled his eyebrows cheekily.
“Yeah we’re going to get you laid.” Fred laughed loudly, as he stood up and
began gyrating his hips crudely, causing the gathered group of boys to whoop
and croon crudely. Harry couldn’t help but smile at Fred’s antics but was
extremely dubious about the situation had arisen. The boys settled once more
and almost immediately put their heads together to plan their first
intervention upon Harry’s love life.
“Guys I don’t think this is really going to help because…” Trying one last time
to dissuade his friends from their new project.
“Relax Harry we’re on the job, so you can be on the job too.” With a parting
smirk over his shoulder Fred turned back to the trio leaving Harry to sigh in
resignation. Shaking his head Harry chewed his lip nervously as he settled in
to watch his friends continued planning. They really were determined and Harry
wasn’t sure they truly understood what they were getting into.
***** The Last Great Poet *****
                                   Chapter 1
                              The_Last_Great_Poet
It was during study hall the next day when Harry first began to realize just
what he’d gotten himself into. In the harsh light of the morning after the
party Harry had hoped that his friends had reconsidered their drunken decision
from the night before. Throughout his morning lessons Harry had been rather
paranoid. He’d been constantly looking around every corner before he moved and
had sensibly kept himself between Ron and Hermione most of the time,
particularly when moving between classes. If Hermione and Ron had noticed their
friend’s paranoid and strange behaviour they hadn’t mentioned it. When he’d
reached lunch unscathed Harry had begun to think his elder friends had
thankfully given up the game before it had begun. It also stood to reason that
the three instigators of the decision last night were also in none of his
classes, as they were older than he was. This meant that there would be little
opportunity for them to interfere with his life.
So after lunch he’d let his guard down a little and relaxed as he’d headed for
study hall. Ron and he had sat down at their usual table by the window, while
Hermione had moved off to study with Luna for Charms. The hall had been filling
quietly as the last bell sounded through the castle signaling the start of the
new period.  Madam Prince and Professor Severus Snape were overseeing study
hall this week. Madam Prince had taken her usual spot at the large teacher’s
desk at the front of the hall, while Snape swept darkly between the rows of
occupied tables. It took a few minutes for the hall to fall silent as was
required but eventually all that could be heard was the scratch of quill
against parchment and Snape’s dragon hide boots pacing the well-worn stone
floor. Harry settled himself in for the next 70 minutes. He had a potions essay
due on Friday and despite his misgivings about the subject he really did need
to pass so he would be accepted into Snape’s Newt’s potions class next year.
Ron as usual shuffled and shifted uncomfortably but Harry blocked it out and
began his essay.
Harry had been engrossed in his essay when he’d felt Snape’s looming presence
beside him. The elder wizard had paused next to Harry and Ron’s desk to look
down at Harry’s parchment with a critical gaze. Harry swallowed the exasperated
sigh that threatened to spill from between his lips, knowing that Snape would
undoubtedly have something to say about the essay. Harry had tried this year to
be a model student within the austere professor’s classes, even going so far as
to sit at the front of the class with the intelligent Ravenclaws. However Harry
still had to force himself to be polite when he knew Snape was baiting him.
Expecting the worst Harry glanced up and plastered a mild smile on his face as
he addressed the professor.
“Sir.” Harry acknowledged softly watching as Snape raised a curious eyebrow in
his direction. Snape’s hands were linked behind his back and he had clearly
come straight from his laboratory as his hair was limp and greasy with potion
fumes. Snape looked down his nose at Harry who cocked his head to the side in
quiet question.
“Acceptable beginning.” Snape’s voice was mellow and deep as he spoke and Harry
suppressed the shudder that threatened to engulf his body at the mere sound.
This of course was the other reason why he’d attempted to build some bridges
between Snape and himself.
It had been almost six months since Harry had begun to realize he wasn’t the
same as his friends. It had begun last summer after the disastrous date with
Cho Chang. For his first kiss he’d expected more. He wasn’t sure what had gone
wrong but he’d certainly expected something more instead of the sick queasy
feeling he’d been left with. It was also that summer he’d begun to notice
Charlie Weasley. As he’d spent the week with the Weasleys at The Burrow he had
been swept up in Ron’s admiration for his elder brother and his chosen career.
The elder Weasley was successful, handsome and charismatic. At first Harry had
thought his fascination with Charlie had been simple admiration but when they’d
all gone on a picnic to the lake Harry had been treated to the second eldest
Weasley’s toned, taunt and sculptured body as they’d swum as a group. Harry
knew it was weird. He’d spent the entire day focused on Charlie, sooner than
Hermione or Ginny who been similarly scantily clad in swim suits. Where he
should have been thinking about what Ginny’s lips pressed against his would
feel like he was instead imaging what it would be like to lick a long wet trail
along Charlie’s defined, bronzed six pack. This thought alone had led him to
this point with a secret he’d kept to himself since becoming aware of it.
Thus despite his friends misapprehension he actually hadn’t been actively
seeking a girlfriend this past year. Instead he’d been exploring the thoughts
that had popped into his head about the distinctively male subjects of his
attention. It had been a slightly surprising lesson when he’d given his
attentions to Professor Snape. Listening to the man’s deeply melodious voice
had brought Harry to a new realization.
Snape was hot.
Not in the usual awkward teenage way that all of Harry’s previous attentions
had been but in a dark, forbidden fruit kind of way that made Harry tingle all
over. So as it was Harry had mellowed his attitude towards Snape in favour of
fantasizing about the elder wizard and the possibilities that would never be.
“Thank you.” Harry whispered pleased by Snape’s praise. Snape straightened
himself and moved on, continuing his path towards the front of the hall. It was
as Snape stepped away that Harry felt it. It was a sharp flick to his left ear.
 “Ouch.” Harry muttered as he grasped at his ear and turned to Ron angrily,
thinking his friend had flicked him. Ron however was fast asleep, his book
propped open to hide his face as he lay on the desk, drool pooling on the desk
below his face. With Ron asleep Harry began to think he’d imagined the flick
but when he’d turned back to his parchment he felt it again, this time a little
harder. Gritting his teeth angrily and rubbing his ear Harry now looked around
at the rest of the hall.  The rest of the students in the hall were all
engrossed in their work, however as Harry’s gaze swept the back row his eyes
focused on a very familiar face.
Oliver Wood.
The sandy blonde haired elder boy was sitting in the back row, his book
scattered around him on the desk under the pretense of studying. Harry frowned
at Oliver but followed the boys gaze, as he gestured with his wand towards the
right side of the hall. Inwardly Harry groaned as his gaze fell on Alice Tinker
and her friend sitting quietly at the desk two rows over from him and Ron.
Alice was in the year level above Harry. She was pretty faced, dark haired girl
of Indian ancestry. Alice was one of the first string Hufflepuff chasers and
Harry had spoken to her on a few occasions during the course of quidditch
games. She was sweet but Harry had assumed she was dating a 7th year Slytherin
boy.
Harry glanced back at Oliver and threw his best not interested glare at the
elder boy before turning back to his parchment, hoping Oliver would give up.
Harry was not so lucky and as he picked up his quill to begin writing again he
felt the tingle of magic sting his ear yet again.
                    ‘She just broke up with Jason Cromwell’
Almost immediately the unfamiliar hand writing appeared on his parchment below
the beginning of his essay, the message clearly from Oliver.  Sighing heavily
Harry picked up his quill and wrote below the previous note.
                                     ‘NO.’
Harry hoped it was forceful enough and having glanced around to make sure Snape
was still far enough away, he glanced back at Oliver and glared at him
pointedly. Oliver got the message but rolled his eyes and shook his head at
Harry from across the room.
          ‘You don’t have to do anything, just sit there and smile.’
Another message appeared below the first and Harry’s panic began to rise as he
read the note before glancing pleadingly back at Oliver. The look did nothing
however and Harry watched as Oliver scribbled something on another piece of
paper before flicking his wand at the paper quietly. Harry knew the spell
Oliver had used as he watched the small square of paper fold itself into a
butterfly and take to the air. The spell was simple charm that they’d all
learnt in 1st year Charms. The butterfly fluttered in the air above Oliver for
a few moments before taking off across the hall. Wide-eyed with horror Harry
watched as the paper butterfly flew silently over the heads of the other
students before landing softly and unseen by anyone else on Alice’s desk.
Totally horrified Harry stared at the girls across the hall as he watched Alice
pick up the butterfly and unfold the note.
Unsure of what was in the note Harry could only assume what its contents was as
Alice and her friend giggled as he read the note before both of them looked up
and across at Harry. Harry could do nothing but smile at them nervously as
Alice blushed and fluttered her eyelashes sweetly. Biting his lip Harry
nervously glanced over his shoulder back at Oliver who nodded his head and
smirked proudly. Hoping that the single note would be it Harry turned back to
his parchment. However as he began the next sentence on his essay he heard the
unmistakable giggling across the hall. Grimacing he looked up from his
parchment across at Alice and her friend. Sure enough another butterfly note
was clutched in her hand and she was smiling across at him. Trying for
nonchalance Harry watched as the young witch smiled across at him and winked
before licking her lips deliberately and fanning herself with the end of her
feather quill.
Harry was stunned, she was flirting with him. With a coy smile at him Alice
turned back to her friend allowing Harry to turn back and glare at Oliver. It
was very clear that Oliver was enjoying this as he continued to smirk at Harry
and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Harry assumed that the note Oliver had
sent was undoubtedly rude and suggestive. With another firm glare Harry turned
angrily back to his parchment, hoping that ignoring Oliver would stop the elder
wizard’s antics. Harry was not so lucky however and as he felt the sting of
magic on his ear again he looked up to see another butterfly note cruise across
the hall to Alice.
Harry didn’t have to know what the note said as he watched the expression on
Alice’s face as she read it. It was clear she was shocked as she looked sharply
across at Harry, a smoldering sparkle in her eyes. Harry cringed as he watched
the pretty blue eyes look him up and down before settling on his face. Staring
at Alice, Harry watched as the young witch lifted her finger to her mouth and
licked at it, before sucking on it sexily. The intention of the gesture wasn’t
lost on Harry completely but it certainly didn’t have the effect it should
have. Alice made a show of removing her finger slowly from between her cherry
painted lips before blowing a kiss across at Harry cheekily.
“Ew.” Harry muttered beneath his breath as he glanced back at Oliver. Oliver
now sat back in his chair watching Alice with the expression Harry himself
should have been displaying.  At length Oliver looked back at Harry and the boy
that lived took the opportunity to mouth a message to his friend. “STOP IT”
Harry mouthed the words silently but clearly enough for Oliver to get the
message. Oliver yet again rolled his eyes before completely ignoring Harry and
writing another note on Harry’s behalf.
In his rush to send the note however Oliver paid no attention to the position
of their teachers. As the butterfly flew across the hall Harry watched in
horror as the little fluttering piece of paper sailed spectacularly into the
chest of one Professor Severus Snape, who had stopped beside Alice’s desk after
obviously having heard the giggling earlier. Harry felt his heart miss a beat
as the white of the note slid down the solid black mass of the potions master
to fall at his feet.
Snape’s expression darkened as he eyed the note at his feet before bending over
and picked it up. Harry’s eyes widened in fear as he glanced back at Oliver.
The elder boy looked just as horrified as he ducked his head as Snape turned
the note over in his hand a couple of times before looking up and scanning the
hall with a scowl.
“Attention students.” Harry shifted his gaze instantly back to the desk in
front of him as Snape called the attention of the hall to him. “I will ask this
only once, to whom does this belong to?” Snape held up the still fluttering
note and eyed the student body carefully. There was a quiet muttering that
filtered around the hall but no one owned up. Harry watched out of the corner
of his eye as Alice quickly gathered the other notes from her desk and stuffed
them hastily into her backpack at her feet.
When there was no obvious reply to his question Snape sighed heavily and strode
to the front of the hall, drawing the students attention with him as he went.
“Well then, I guess I better read it aloud to see if that will enlighten us on
its owner.” Quickly Harry glanced back at Oliver, silently praying that the boy
hadn’t written anything incriminating. However as Harry watched Oliver sink
lower in his chair and look across at him sympathetically Harry knew it was
going to be bad. “Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue. I’d like very much, if I
could cum all over you….” Snape’s voice was clear as he read the note aloud.
“…Love Harry Potter.” Almost immediately the entire student body turned their
attention away from Snape and back at Harry with equally horrified and amused
expressions. The moment of horrified silence hung in the air for a second too
long before there was up roar. Between hysterical laughing, teasing taunts,
whistles and cat calls Harry closed his eyes and lowered his embarrassed gaze
to the desk in front of him.
“Fuck.” The single word wouldn’t have been able to be heard above the raucous
that had overtaken study hall but it made Harry feel mildly better at
expressing it verbally.
“Enough!” Snape called the attention of the students back to himself and Harry
cringed as he watched his teacher glare at him pointedly.  “It seems we are in
the presence of Hogwarts resident poet. Perhaps Mr. Potter, you will grace me
with your presence at detention tonight so we may discuss your turn of phrase.”
There was an ‘oooh’ that rounded the hall as Harry was unceremoniously given a
detention. Harry sighed heavily as he stared up at Snape who had moved to his
in order to hand him the detention slip. The man’s dark obsidian eyed Harry
darkly before he spoke, his voice low so that only Harry could hear.
“Disappointing.” That singular word hurt more than Harry dared to admit and he
sighed as he watched Snape stalk off, leaving him to stare at the pink
detention slip on his desk. Harry glanced back over his shoulder at Oliver once
Snape had moved on and was no surprised to see Oliver staring at him
apologetically. Oliver mouthed the word ‘sorry’ and Harry nodded quietly before
sighing heavily and turning back to his essay for the rest of study hall, his
thoughts firmly stuck on the inevitably bad detention he would face that
evening.
***** The Last Great Poet Serves Detention *****
                                  Chapter 1a
                     The_Last_Great_Poet_Serves_Detention
Harry sighed heavily as he wandered quickly down the quiet halls of the
dungeons towards Snape’s classroom. Harry’s indiscretion during study hall had
been the hot topic of conversation at dinner and Harry had dutifully excused
himself from dinner earlier than he normally would. The Slytherins had
naturally run with the joke and Harry had been treated to Draco squeezing the
mayonnaise bottle all over Goyle’s face as he’d faked orgasm. If Draco knew
that his joke had achieved the opposite effect on Harry’s emotions than the one
he’d originally meant, the blonde might have re-thought his joke. As it was
Harry had merely smiled as he graphically imaged what it would be like to see
the blonde Slytherin in the throes of orgasm cuming all over his own face. The
image had been interrupted by Alice however who had quite surprised him by
pulling him aside as he’d gone to leave the hall. The pretty dark haired girl
had boldly asked him out. Harry had been shocked and it had taken a few moments
for his brain to truly catch up. Politely Harry had declined and after quickly
diverting Alice’s attentions to Oliver back inside the great hall, he’d passed
her attentions successfully off onto the Gryfindor Quidditch Captain to avoid
discussing why he couldn’t date her.  In Harry’s opinion it hadn’t taken much
for Alice’s attention to be shifted but he was grateful that he hadn’t had to
explain to her why she’d been so quickly rejected.
Reaching the door to Snape’s classroom Harry raised his hand and knocked twice
before entering. Snape wasn’t there and so Harry dutifully moved to the front
bench and pulled out his quill and parchment. Snape’s detentions were either
writing lines or scrubbing cauldrons. After a cursory glance around the
classroom and having seen no cauldron’s waiting he assumed his punishment would
be lines.
“Potter.” Harry jumped a little in his seat as the door to the classroom swung
open a few minutes after Harry had arrived. Snape strode into the room his
robes swirling around him in a tornado of black cloth as he came to a
standstill in front of Harry. “Do you care to explain this filth?” Snape’s
eyebrows rose in curious question to await Harry’s reply. The potions professor
if nothing else was at least straight to the point.
“I didn’t… It’s not….You see, I don’t really like…” Harry went to stumble
through a very inarticulate speech about the notes but he fell silent as he
realized to whom he was talking. Snape would see through Harry’s bullshit like
glass and there was no way Harry was going to spill his secret to his
professor. Plus he knew that explaining himself would mean exposing Oliver and
Harry didn’t want to be the reason why the head boy was scandalized in his
final year. With an exaggerated sigh Harry shook his head and lowered his gaze
to the desk top. “No sir.”
“So you have nothing to say in defense?” Snape prompted Harry to speak but the
boy merely shook his head once more unwilling to speak further. “To say I’m
surprised is an understatement. I had assumed Mr. Potter that despite your
ineptitude at many things you were however respectful of your peers.” Harry
looked up from the desk top as he watched Snape sigh softly before moving to
prop himself up against his own desk at the front of the classroom, the note
still clutched in his hand. “I must admit I didn’t think this was your style.”
Snape gestured to the note in his hand and Harry consciously chewed his bottom
lip nervously. He knew Snape was skeptical already that the note was his but
Harry was not going to enlighten his professor on the truth anytime soon. When
Harry made no move to comment, Snape sighed once more and shook his head at his
young charge. “Well I at least hope that it had the desired affect considering
your punishment?” Snape stood up from his desk and moved over to the
chalkboard.
“Unfortunately yes.” Harry muttered beneath his breath, unaware that Snape had
heard the comment. Snape frowned back at the young boy but chose not to say
anything as he spun the board around and scrawled in his familiar script across
the surface in chalk.
“500 lines I believe is sufficient punishment Mr. Potter.” Snape stepped away
from the blackboard revealing the line that Harry had to copy.
“I will endeavor to be more discrete with my attempts at seduction so others
might be spared the disastrous results.” Harry read the line and then snorted
into his hand in amusement.
“Sir…” Harry went to ask why the line but Snape cut him off quickly.
“Enough Potter, you’ve got writing to do.” Snape rounded his desk and sat down
to begin the pile of marking on top of it. Harry nodded a small smile still
twitching at the corner of his lips. Snape it seemed had a sense of humor and
Harry was rather pleased he’d seen it. “Oh and Potter…” Harry looked up from
his parchment to glance at Snape once more. “If you ever wish to talk my door
is always open.” With a knowing nod of his head Snape turned back to his
marking leaving Harry to sigh heavily and complete the required work for his
detention. In the silence of the classroom with just the scratching of two
quills on parchment Harry was left alone with his thoughts and he silently
wondered if Snape hadn’t mellowed a little since Harry had been trying to be
better. It was a thought that would keep him awake tonight but he was pleased
and so continued with his detention somewhat pleased Oliver’s well-meant
disastrous help, had ended with quite unexpected results in Harry’s favour.  
 
 
A/N There we go a little bit of intrigue to keep you going. The twin's turn I
think next?
***** Mr Good With His Hands *****
                                   Chapter 2
                            Mr._Good_With_His_Hands
Harry sat in the quidditch locker room the following week, strapping on his
wrist guards. Oliver had been overly apologetic all week although his new
relationship with Alice had proved quite a talking point at quidditch practice
earlier in the week. Harry had accepted his friend’s apologies with good humor,
his thoughts firmly planted on the strange detention he’d served with Snape.
With Oliver down for the count and licking his wounds so to speak, Harry had
been confident he was out of danger where his wingmen were concerned. However
his luck was about to run out as George and Fred sat down enthusiastically
beside him on the locker room bench. The twins were already dressed for the
game but both of them wore twin grins as they buffeted Harry playfully between
them.
“So Potter. My brother and I have decided that the student populace have had
suitably enough time to recover from your poetry slam earlier and it’s time to
take a more direct approach.” Harry’s eyes widened in fear as Fred nudged him
hard on the arm and gestured to Lillian Morewell.
Lillian Morewell was the newest recruit for Hogwarts student newspaper. Collin
Crevy had given her the job of covering the Slytherin v Gryffindor grudge match
this week from inside the locker room. She had been enthusiastically
interviewing and taking photos of the Gryffindor’s as they’d readied themselves
for the match. She was an unassuming little package of a girl. She was short
with uncontrollably curly brown hair and despite the pretty innocent exterior
was a complete minx. Her breasts were large and barely contained within her
Hogwarts uniform blouse and Harry had heard it from a very reliable source that
she had a tattoo on her lower back. She was a favorite among the 2nd years with
her bubbly outgoing personality and her other…assets. Harry cringed as he
glanced back at Fred and then George.
“No.” Harry stood up abruptly already shaking his head at the conspiratorial
looks of the twins. “Under no circumstances do I want to have anything to do
with this.” Harry grabbed his broom from where it was leant across the front of
his locker. Fred and George jumped up as well and moved quickly to follow Harry
who was already lining up at the tunnel entrance to the pitch where the team
was beginning to assemble. Oliver was of course at the front and Harry
dutifully took up position beside the team captain. The trouble twins stood
dubiously behind Harry who cautiously glanced over his shoulder at the two
elder wizards. “I’m serious guys leave it be.” Harry pleaded desperately as he
turned back to the tunnel they would be walking down.
From outside there was a roar as the Slytherins took to the pitch. Harry could
just see the green and silver blurs whoosh past the opening of the Gryffindor
tunnel. As the roar died down Harry heard the muffled sound as the announcer
began to introduce them.
“Come on guys some action photos of those game faces.” Lillian was standing in
front of the team, her back turned to the entrance as she began snapping
pictures with her camera. Harry chewed his lip nervously as he spared the twins
one last look before Oliver began to lead the team up the tunnel. Lillian was
still snapping away as she walked backwards in front of the team. The crowd
began to roar again as Lillian appeared on the field before Oliver and Harry
appeared, brooms in hand.
“Hands out and think of England Potter!” Harry stiffened in fear as he felt the
crush of the team behind him before George whispered in his ear over his
shoulder. Before Harry could think he was being shoved extremely hard in the
back by the twin. Harry stumbled forward toward Lillian but as it looked like
he would recover his footing Fred stuck out his broom handle beneath Harry’s
feet. Disaster was imminent and Harry suitably prepared himself by dropping his
own broom and putting both his hands out to stop himself. He was heading full
force into Lillian his hands and face undoubtedly about to connect with her
ample bosom. She was clearly totally unaware as she continued to snap pictures
even as Harry plummeted towards her.
“Watch out!” In a split second Ginny Weasly had reacted yanking Lillian out of
the way. Harry’s relief was short lived however as instead of connecting with
Lillian Harry fell head long onto his knees and into a very solid body. Having
closed his eyes dreading the impact with the ground Harry wasn’t sure what he’d
hit. He knew it was a person however as he could feel the coarse wool fabric
beneath his fingers as he gently felt around with his hands. Almost immediately
there was a hushed gasp of air as the stadium fell silent and Harry got a very
bad sinking feeling.
 Daring to open his eyes Harry found himself kneeling on the grass staring at
pair of potion stained dragon hide boots. The sinking feeling deepened as he
slowly raised his eyes, following the line of the sharp crease in the wool
trousers until his eyes fell on where his hands lay clutching a cloth covered
crotch at eye level. Harry swallowed around the sudden lump in his throat as he
stared at his hands clutching at the crotch. With his hands frozen to the spot
Harry took a deep breath in and grimaced as he slowly allowed his gaze to
continue on its path upwards. He should have realized who he’d fallen into. It
was like Merlin hated him or something.
“Fuck.” Harry muttered as his gaze fell on a pair of dark obsidian eyes and a
very unimpressed face. There was a moment that they stared at each other before
reality kicked in.
“Mr. Potter, would you kindly remove your hands from my crotch.” Snape’s voice
echoed in the silence of the pitch and Harry cringed as he heard the snorts and
sniggers from his team mates. Even Madam Hooch who was standing beside Snape
snorted in amusement behind her gloved hand.
“Sorry sir.” Harry stumbled through an apology but in his rush to apologize he
didn’t remove his hands. “I just fell.” Harry muttered as he watched Snape’s
eyebrow rise in irritation.
“Indeed but I would prefer if you removed your hands before we discussed your
clumsiness.” Again Snape issued his polite request and Harry quickly diverted
his attention back to where his hands were still on Snape’s crotch.  
“Sorry again, I can’t feel anything.” Harry laughed nervously as his hands
automatically squeezed the bulge beneath his fingers. Snape’s back straightened
immediately and a strange expression passed over his face. “Not that its small
and I can’t feel anything, I mean it’s probably huge I just meant I can’t feel
anything.” The verbal diarrhea that spilled from Harry’s mouth was cringe
worthy and Harry was sure he was making things much worse than it already was.
“Potter!” Snape’s patience snapped almost immediately as he reached down and
forcefully removed Harry’s hands from his pants, the growl coming out from his
deep within his chest.
“Ouch.” Harry squealed as Snape gripped his hands unnecessarily hard as he
dragged Harry to his feet in front of him. With a disgusted snatch of his hands
Snape dropped Harry’s fingers and folded his arms across his chest. Suddenly
feeling the full weight of the professor’s angry glare Harry sighed and lowered
his gaze guiltily to his feet.
“Detention Mr. Potter.” Harry sighed heavily as he nodded at Snape’s stern
command. With a swirl of robes Snape had strode off back towards the teachers
stands. There was an awkward silence before Madam Hooch blew her whistle and
signaled to the team to take to their brooms and join the Slytherins in the
sky.  At the whistle the crowd began cheering again, as Oliver lead the team up
into the blue sky. Harry watched his team members take off before he turned to
gather his own broom back up off the grass.
“Sorry Harry.” Fred and George were waiting for him and patted him
apologetically on the back before they too took off. Harry was the last team
member on the ground and was just mounting his broom when he heard Lillian’s
voice behind him.
“That was brilliant Harry,  the photos I got were excellent. So care to comment
on the professor’s package? I can see the headline now, ‘Potter’s Package
Performance.’…” Harry opened his mouth to shout at the young witch but thought
better of it. His track record of not thinking before he spoke had proved to be
disastrous already today. With a disapproving glare at Lillian Harry shook his
head and kicked off up into the sky. Yet again he would spend another evening
with Snape and Harry hoped more than anything that it was just as enlightening
as his last one had been. From what he’d felt beneath his hands in Snape’s
trousers he would have plenty of material to keep him awake.
***** Mr. Good with His Hands Does Detention *****
                                  Chapter 2a
                    Mr._Good_with_His_Hands_Does_Detention
“Cop a good feel did you Potter!” Harry sighed heavily as he glanced down at
the newspaper that was slapped down on the table in front of him.  After the
spectacular loss that Gryffindor had suffered at the quidditch match Harry had
hurried to change so that he could be early to dinner. He was desperate to
avoid the chaos that the twins poorly executed plan had created. Having sat
down at the far end of the Gryffindor hall table Harry had hoped he could eat
dinner quickly and slip away unnoticed by the other students, however he wasn’t
spared such luck. As the hall began to fill for dinner a blonde haired
Slytherin had approached him. “Well Potter, did you get a good handful of my
godfather’s balls. I bet you’re real pleased with yourself you sick fuck.” The
blonde boy sneered down at Harry as he gestured at the front page of the
evening edition of the school newspaper. As predicted Harry’s spectacular fall
had made the front page, his expression in the photo lacking some of the horror
he knew he should have expressed.
“Fuck off Malfoy.” Harry muttered as he pushed himself away from the table in
disgust.
“Like that sort of thing do you Potter?” Draco stared down at Harry. The blonde
having grown considerably over the previous summer, so that he was now a good
few centimeters above Harry.
“Yeah Malfoy I like big cocks. Particularly ones attached to your godfather
come Deatheater.” Harry mocked sarcastically as he made a rude hand gesture
towards the front of the hall where Snape had just sat down at the faculty
table. Stunned by Harry’s open reply Draco was silent and watched a little
shocked as the boy who lived flipped him the finger before storming from the
great hall, his head held high.
Harry’s bravado didn’t last long and as the doors to the hall closed behind
him, Harry collapsed with an exhausted sigh against the stone wall. If Draco
knew how close to the truth Harry’s comment had been he might not have been so
speechless. As it was however it had just looked like Harry’s usual nasty
banter between his nemeses. It would be at least half an hour before Snape
would make it back to the dungeons and so Harry took himself down to the
kitchens in search of some leftovers from Dobby.
When Harry finally left the kitchens he was feeling decidedly fuller and a lot
less angry. The door to the potions classroom was closed when he arrived and so
Harry dutifully knocked and waited patiently to be admitted.
“Come.” Snape’s stern, pointed voice admitted him entrance and Harry decided
almost instantly that the professor didn’t sound happy. Pushing open the door
Harry braced himself as he shuffled quickly to the front of the room and waited
quietly in front of Snape’s desk. Harry chewed his lip nervously as he realized
that Snape was reading the evening print of the school newspaper. The same one
that Draco had unceremoniously dumped in front of Harry back in the hall.
 “Hmm, I might be impressed by young Miss Morewell’s talent with the camera,
had the subject matter been different.” Snape finally glanced up from the
paper, his eyebrow raised in curious irritation. “Am I to expect an explanation
or are we to just put this latest disaster down simply to your clumsiness?”  
“I believe I think I’ve said enough already sir.” Harry whispered as he lowered
his gaze back to where his hands were twisting awkwardly in his lap. He prayed
silently that Snape had not noticed his own expression in the picture. The
potions professor had an uncanny knack of reading expressions very well and
Harry dreaded the conversation that might arise from his less than horrified
look.
“Indeed Potter. I am perhaps thankful that Allison does not write for The
Quibbler or The Prophet, less my sexual prowess is paraded to the entire
wizarding world.” Harry cringed inwardly as Snape flicked through the paper
idly before tossing it aside with a disgusted flick. “As it is, I have only to
worry about the thoughts of Hogwarts own deviants and miscreants.” Harry dared
to glance up at Snape’s comment surprised by the professor’s sudden turn of
mood. “However with my skills in Occlumency, I believe first year potions
tomorrow morning will be quite amusing.” A sick little twisted smile quirked at
the corner of Snape’s lips. Harry felt his eyes widen impossibly as he realized
in genuine horror that the professor at that very moment could be reading his
own thoughts like he undoubtedly did with his first years.
“What would you like me to do for my punishment sir?” Desperate to get his mind
off the feel of Snape’s package in his hands, Harry quickly attempted to change
the subject. Snape snorted in amusement and sat back in his chair his dark
obsidian gaze critically assessing the boy stood before him.
“I get the impression Mr. Potter you’re eager to begin your detention. Are you
so adverse to conversation with me? Or are you worried I might discover what
you’re trying to hide.” Harry swallowed awkwardly again chewing his lip
nervously as he felt Snape’s gaze staring closely at him. When Harry made no
move to reply Snape stood up abruptly and moved over to the chalk board. “Well
you better get started, 100 lines I believe will be sufficient.” Harry moved
swiftly to the front bench. He was thankful that Snape had pressed the issue
but he was nervous that the potions professor knew more than he was letting on.
Taking out his book Harry dated the page and inked his quill before looking up
at the line on the board.
‘I will not touch anyone else’s body parts except my own. Apart from when I am
  invited to do so and even then I will not make public comment on said body
                                    parts.’
Harry chuckled to himself as he read the line Snape had scrawled on the board
in his familiar script. Snape smiled sideways at the bespectacled boy before
shaking his head and moving back to his desk. Harry appreciated Snape’s humor.
Despite everything Snape had found amusement in the situation and for that
Harry was glad. He didn’t want to annoy Snape any more than he had to, as he
was quite enjoying the softer more human side of the potions professor.  
“Thank you sir.” Harry whispered as he began writing and looked up briefly from
his parchment.
“Hmmm.” Was Snape’s muttered reply as he got back to marking, leaving them both
in companionable silence as each of them worked. Unbeknown to Harry, Snape
stared at him for a long time silently wondering what exactly was going on with
the boy that lived.
***** The Frenchman *****
                                   Chapter 3
                                 The_Frenchman
                                        
Awkward wasn’t quite the word to describe the week that followed Harry’s
disastrous Quidditch match.  Harry had gone out of his way to avoid Snape
outside the potions classroom, at all costs. Admittedly they’d crossed paths by
accident within the corridors but Harry had kept his head low and had scampered
away in the opposite direction avoiding eye contact. Now that he was conscious
of Snape’s talent at Occlumency and his threat of using it, Harry too had
increased his defensive practice regime. After his lessons with Snape last year
the boy had been left to practice on his own after Snape had declared him
useless and given up. Until now though Harry hadn’t bothered trying too hard to
block his thoughts. However with a deep secret of his own looming very close to
the surface of his memories and with Snape already suspicious the boy had
suddenly found his motivation to practice.
Harry had to also admit that his dirtier thoughts throughout the week, instead
of being about his usual cast of young male school friends, they instead
featured Snape in a starring role. It was those thoughts that made a naughty
blush creep into his cheeks at the most random times during the day. Like now
when he was sitting eating dinner a random image would pop into his thoughts.
This time it was a flash of dark obsidian eyes, perfectly arched lips and a
slightly crooked nose that was pressed against his skin while a skilled tongue
laved intricate paths up and down his neck. A shudder ran up his spine and
Harry sighed heavily as he finished the spoonful of custard from his apple pie
dessert.
“What are you thinking about Harry, you look like your granny just died?”
Snapping himself out of his own private thoughts Harry shook his head and smile
mildly across at Ron. Seamus and Neville also sat opposite him, while Hermione
sat beside him.
“No just thinking.” Harry muttered quietly as he pushed his remaining dessert
aside having suddenly lost his appetite for it.
“Not about your disaster on the quidditch field I hope? I wasn’t even involved
and I’m still horrified.” Neville sympathized calmly as he helped himself to
seconds of his own dessert, clearly alleviating his horror with food.
“I don’t know why, it was clearly an accident. Everyone makes mistakes.”
Hermione spoke up from beside Harry, as she scowled at the other boys for their
insensitivity towards their friend.
“But he touched Snape’s you know what ‘mione. I’d have nightmares for years
after that.” Ron shook his head and shuddered in abhorrence, clearly upset by
the very thought. Harry pressed his lips together but said nothing as his
friends continued to banter back and forth about the evils of touching Snape’s
‘bits’.
It was as Seamus, Ron and Neville were discussing how Deatheaters choose wives
that Harry was thankfully thrown a reprieve.
“Potter, quidditch meeting.” Harry spun around on the bench as he felt a hand
come down on his shoulder. It was Oliver. After the previous two disasters
Harry’s wingmen had once again fallen quiet however this time Harry wasn’t
letting his guard down this time around.
“Oh it wasn’t scheduled.” Harry queried suspiciously as he eyed the other
members of the Gryffindor quidditch team at the dining table.  
“Yeah well it’s a strategy meeting after our shit performance last week.”
Oliver muttered as he gestured for Harry to follow him. After a reluctant
glance back at his friends Harry nodded and obediently grabbed his bag and
stood from the bench.
“I’ll see you guys back in the tower later on.” Harry’s friends acknowledged
him with nods of their head before Harry obediently followed Oliver from the
hall. Harry was kind of glad to see that the twins and the other Gryffindor
quidditch team had got up to follow Oliver too. However as Oliver turned left
towards the dungeons instead of right towards the Gryffindor tower at the grand
staircase, Harry began to worry. Harry’s intrigue and concern grew as Oliver
came to a stop in front of the Slytherin common room door. The captain of the
team knocked loudly three times on the door as the whole team crowded behind
him in the hall. It was a few minutes before the door to the common room swung
open and Harry as assaulted by the sudden onslaught of the Weird Sisters
blaring out of speakers from within.
“Excellent.” The twins spoke together as they pressed forward from behind and a
stunned Harry found himself being bustled into the common room and right into
the center of a party.
“What the fuck.” Harry muttered as his team members melted into the other party
goers.
“It’s the annual Quidditch Fall Mixer. It’s the Slytherin’s turn to host this
year.” Harry jumped a little as he felt Ginny step up beside him. The youngest
red headed weasly had made the quidditch team earlier in the year as a
replacement chaser, much to Ron’s disgust. The fact that his sister had made
the team before he had, had caused more than a few family arguments. “Come on,
let’s go get a drink.” With a nod Harry followed his best friends youngest
sister through the crowd of dancing quidditch players and over to the drinks
table.
“How come I’ve never been to one of these before?” Harry muttered irritably as
Ginny poured him a liberal glass of punch.
“Well you’ve always been kind of busy with ‘you know who’.” Ginny whispered
beneath her breath as the pair of them took up position on a couch. Harry had
been in the Gryffindor common room before in his 2nd year and nothing much had
changed since then. Harry and Ginny talked quietly with each other until the
music changed and Ginny dragged Harry up to dance. It was while he was dancing
with Ginny that Harry felt twin arms wrap around his body from behind.
“Potter, a word if we may.” Harry rolled his eyes as the twins dragged Harry
away from Ginny, who was giggling at her brothers antics.
“What?” Harry looked suspiciously at the twins as they led him over to a small
raised platform at the front of the common room.
“We’ve nominated you as our champion this year.” The twins laughed
conspiratorially as they pushed Harry up onto the platform beside three other
players from the other teams.
“Champion of what?” Harry’s panic was beginning to rise as the music died down
and Edward Broomhead, captain of the Slytherin team, called the party to
attention.
“The game.” Oliver joined the twins standing on the floor in front of Harry’s
raised position. “You’re going to need this, trust us.” Oliver handed Harry a
glass of fire whisky and encouraged the younger boy to drink it down in two
large gulps.
“I don’t want to play a game.” Harry coughed and spluttered as he downed the
whisky and handed back the glass to Oliver. Fred took hold of Harry’s hand and
spun the boy around, while George stood up on the platform and tied a blindfold
around Harry’s face.
“You’ve been nominated, you can’t back out or we’ll forfeit.”   Harry was
surprised as he felt hands spin him back around again to face the now silent
party.
“Champions. This year’s game has been designed to test your skills of
observation.” Harry tilted his head to the side as he listened to Edward’s
voice beside him. With the blindfold on Harry could see nothing and his concern
was rising with every moment that past. “Your fellow team mates have chosen
from within their team’s one member who will represent them. You as the
champion must kiss all four representatives and correctly identify their team
and name, based on a pash.” The mild concern Harry had been struggling with
before now grew to all out fear, as a cheer rose up from the crowd in front of
him clearly excited by the game. “Now don’t hold back on our account, lots of
tongue and sound effects but remember no touching. You get bonus points for
flair.” There was a round of laughter at Edward’s comments and Harry sighed as
he felt a pair of hands move him forward towards the front of the platform.
There was obviously no backing out and so Harry prepared himself the best he
could. “First victim please.”
Harry waited patiently as he heard laughter and chuckling beside him. It was
obvious that the kissing had begun at the other end of the line and Harry
prepared himself as he felt movement to his left. There were whoops and claps
as the Slytherin champion beside him obviously gave the victim a thorough kiss.
Harry’s palms went sweaty instantly as he felt someone step up in front of him.
Having only ever shared one very unexciting kiss with Cho Harry wasn’t sure he
was up for the challenge under such pressure. However before he could over
think the situation a nose brushed against his before soft, slightly chapped
lips pressed gently against his own. The kiss was chaste, delicate and tasted
faintly of butterbeer. With his cheeks flaming Harry was kind of glad he was
blindfolded so as no one could see his reaction to his second real kiss ever.
“Team and Name Potter.” George’s voice beside him made Harry jump a little and
drew him back to reality.
“Um, Hufflepuff and Jenny.” Harry muttered. The kiss had been chaste and
slightly nervous and so Harry assumed it belonged to a Hufflepuff. The only
female Harry could pick that might be nervous would be Jenny, the young beater
who had been recruited last year.
“Good guess.” George muttered as he scribbled down Harry’s answers on the
blackboard that had been wheeled in from one of the disused classrooms down the
hall.
“Victim two.” Edward called the next victim and Harry once again listened as
the willing participate was passed along the line.
This time the kiss was forceful and controlling and Harry could only stand
ridged as a tongue was pressed into his mouth at an alarming pace. There was a
joyous round of clapping and laughing at this effort and Harry gasped for
breath a little as the girl pulled away, nipping his bottom lip as she did.
“Fuck, Slyterthin and definitely Pansy.” Harry wiped at his lips crudely as he
spoke quietly to George who yet again noted down his choices, with a snort of
agreement.
As the third victim began their pass Harry had surprisingly calmed down. After
the initial kiss Harry had come to realize his irrational fear of kissing was
very much unfounded. Admittedly it probably helped that none of the kisses had
even the remotest reaction in his own body. This further cemented the knowledge
within himself that he indeed prefer men, as both kissers so far had been
female.
Confident now Harry approached the third kisser with ease and the easy,
passionate kiss he received. This time there was a round of applause for his
effort and Harry beamed a little stupidly as he identified a Ravenclaw keeper
named Jane.
“Final victim.” Edward announced.
Harry was prepared and felt George nudge him in the side and lean a little
closer.
“Make it a good one Potter, she’s family.” Harry smirked to himself at George’s
whisper. He knew instantly it was Ginny who was currently making her way along
the line.
With the fire whisky chaser now hitting his system and his confidence back on
the rise, Harry didn’t notice the strange silence that had swept over the room.
Gone was the clapping and cheers but Harry assumed the crowd was just
anticipating the winner. There was a niggling concern at the back of his mind
as Ginny seemed to take a long time to appear before him. However before he
could say anything a presence stepped up in front of him and Harry this time
took the initiative, desperate not to let his team down. Leaning forward
Harry’s lips met those in front of him. With four previous kisses to his name
Harry now felt he could at least act like he knew what he was doing. So with
more confidence he flicked his tongue along the warm lips of his partner before
gently coaxing them open so that he could gently explore the musky, slightly
smoky scent within.
 It briefly registered in Harry’s brain that he imagined Ginny would taste more
like sunshine and sweetness. It was also then that he realized that Ginny’s
soft warm skin was prickled with the slight unmistakable roughness of what
could only be described as a 12o’clock shadow of someone who had been shaving.
Pulling away from the kiss Harry frowned beneath his blindfold and tilted his
head to the side in confusion. That familiar sinking feeling settled in his
stomach when he realized just how quiet the room around him now was.
“Mr. Potter, I didn’t know you were French?” At the very sound of the familiar
voice in front of him, Harry tore off the blindfold to stare wide eyed and in
genuine horror at Severus Snape. Snape stood arms folded across his chest and
his wand twitching irritably against his chest. Harry was frozen to the spot as
he felt the full weight of his peers now staring at him in complete shock and
awe. No one was moving, none daring to in case Snape snapped and cursed them
all. “I am wondering if I should ask for my fillings back after a French kiss
like that. Do you always molest your partners in such a manner?” Snape raised a
careful eyebrow in Harry’s direction challenging the boy to reply.
“I don’t feel so well.” Harry muttered as he began to sway on his feet, his
vision swimming. Before anyone could catch him however Harry had passed out,
his body crumpling to the floor at Snape’s feet. Still no one dared move as
they eyed Snape carefully.
“Overly dramatic as always Potter.” Snape muttered as he stepped down from the
platform and addressed the party goers in the Slytherin common room. “Someone
fix Potter and tell him he has detention with me tomorrow night. As for the
rest of you, consider yourselves thoroughly warned if you’re not back in your
own dorms within the next five minutes every one of you will have five house
points removed each and a detention with filch.” At this the room began to
scatter and Snape smiled darkly in satisfaction as he watched the Slytherin
common room empty quicker than a room full of Kneezles. Harry’s friends had
gathered around the boy’s body on the platform and Snape sighed as he watched
them pick him up and carry him from the room. Something was definitely going
on, and Snape was determined now more than ever to get to the bottom of it.
 
A/N Can anyone say Awkward???? Oh yes wouldn't want to be Harry in the next
chapter. Hope you're enjoying it.
***** The Frenchman on Detention *****
                                  Chapter 3a
                          The_Frenchman_On_Detention
Harry stood outside the potions classroom feeling decidedly ill.
After he’d awoken on the common room floor he’d been momentarily relieved that
it was all just a very bad dream. Ron had brought him screaming back down to
earth however reconfirming, that yes he had indeed pashed Professor Snape, with
tongue and all. Oliver and the twins had made themselves suspiciously absent
upon Harry’s awakening but not before the whole of the school had been told in
graphic detail what had transpired at the Slytherin’s annual quidditch fall
mixer.
Harry had been mortified. For two days he’d feigned illness locked in the
privacy of his curtained bed in the Gryffindor tower. Ron and Hermione had been
bringing him meals and he’d had Dobby sneak him back and forth to the bathroom
beneath the invisibility cloak.  This morning however Madam Pomfrey had come
visiting, sent no doubt by McGonagall. With Harry unable to actually create a
real illness the medi-witch had simply forced a pepper up potion down his
throat before scooting him off to class.
Thankfully Harry had avoided Snape all day and despite the old giggles and
pointed fingers no one had mentioned the incident to Harry directly. However as
he’d sat in the hall for dinner, his head lowered as to not be noticed by
anyone, a note had been dropped by one  of the prefects on the table in front
of him. Harry didn’t have to open it to know who it was from, having recognized
the familiar swirling script.
Snape.
A little predictably the note was reminding Harry of his unfulfilled detention
and his required presence after dinner in the potions classroom. So now he
stood in front of the closed classroom door his stomach churning as he thought
about facing Snape after such humiliation. It took Harry all his strength to
raise his hand and knock twice on the door. The sound resonated around the
empty hall and Harry inwardly cringed as he lowered his hand and took a deep
steadying breath in.
“Come.” Snape’s voice was calm and Harry shuddered as the familiar mellow
timbre swept over his body. Despite everything Harry still fancied the elder
wizard and although he was mortified there was still a small part of him was
thrilled at what he’d achieved. Now however though he had to face the
consequences of his actions and Harry was terrified that he’d ruined the
tolerant truce they’d established between them. With another deep sigh Harry
swallowed nervously and pushed open the door.
Snape was sitting at his desk, a short stack of parchment in front of him. His
red dipped quill rapidly flicked over the unfortunate students work. When Snape
didn’t look up from his work Harry moved further into the classroom and took a
seat at the front bench. With hands folded in front of him Harry patiently
watched as Snape finished grading the parchment in front of him before putting
the stack aside and replacing his quill in the ink pot. Harry steeled himself
as Snape finally looked up at him as the elder wizard sat back in his chair.
Snape’s gaze was cool and emotionless. The dark obsidian eyes seemed as if they
were staring straight through into Harry’s soul. Harry wondered if Snape wasn’t
trying to use occlumency on him but he couldn’t feel the familiar tingle that
would signal an attempt. Remaining silent Harry met Snape’s gaze with his own
far less intense one.
"Le jeune Casanova nous grâce enfin de sa présence. Vous n'obtiendrez aucun
amant, si vous regrettez chaque baiser donné. De même, je parie que vous criez
en jouissant, espèce de petite salope." Had Harry not been sitting down he may
have fallen down as Snape spoke fluently in French. If Snape’s normal voice
drew Harry into ecstasy, the man’s mellow timbre speaking in French was just
heaven. Harry let out a shuddery breath trying very hard not to show any ounce
of emotion despite his whirling thoughts in his mind.
“I’m sorry sir I don’t speak French.” Harry’s voice was barely a whisper and he
tried very hard not to make it waver.
“Indeed you do not Potter, for that I am eternally grateful.” Harry frowned a
little at Snape’s reply but made no move to question it as the professor stood
up from his desk and straightened his robe. “I have been teaching for 25 years
Mr. Potter and I had my doubts that any student could ever surprise me, yet the
other evening you succeeded. And not in the way I had thought to ever be
surprised by a student.” Harry had the good grace to blush and lower his gaze
as Snape stepped around his desk and moved over to where Harry was sat at the
front bench.
“I really can’t tell you how sorry I am. I was expecting you to be Ginny,
George said….”Harry trailed off suddenly realizing what he was about to say.
“Ah the Weasley twins, I had thought they were too quiet of late. I was hoping
they had grown some sense between them but if they were involved in this
‘situation’, then my hope was futile.” Snape raised a curious eyebrow in
Harry’s direction encouraging Harry to continue with his comment. Harry however
lowered his gaze back to the bench top pretending not to notice Snape’s
encouragement. When Harry wasn’t forth coming with more information Snape
sighed audibly and turned to pick up his wand from the top of the desk. “I know
there is something going on between you and your little friends Potter. I’m not
entirely sure what’s happening but I’m damn sure I’m getting tired of being
mixed in with the results.” Harry cringed as Snape’s calm resolve notched up a
little, displaying the slight irritation in his tone.
“Sorry sir.” Harry whispered once more as Snape paced back over to the bench
where he was sat.
“I’m sure you are Potter but not as much as I am.” Snape sniffed indignantly as
he addressed the boy in front of him. “After word spread of your amorous
display, I was forced to discuss professionalism and inappropriate student
teacher relationships with the headmaster. I was then treated to several hours
of taunting from my colleagues who believe this whole ordeal to be hilarious.
To say I am not pleased would be an understatement.” Snape growled low in his
throat and Harry swallowed nervously as he twisted his hands in his lap.
“However I am aware that you too must be suffering through the humiliation from
your peers at performing such an act upon your hated potions professor. So
therefore I am mollified that you too are receiving similar discomfort to
myself.”
“I don’t hate you.” Harry muttered beneath his breath as he watched Snape pause
in his pacing to look at Harry in undisguised disbelief.
“Indeed how you do or do not think of me is of no concern. What is of concern
however is why you are allowing this…whatever it is to continue when it is
clear that it is causing you more harm than gain?” Harry looked up from the
bench to meet Snape’s questioning gaze. The elder wizard had stopped his pacing
once more and was now stood to his full imposing height, his arms folded across
his chest and his wand tapping irritably in his left hand. Harry took a moment
to appreciate the sight. The wizard was devastatingly impressive and Harry
inwardly sighed that the kiss they’d shared in the common room would never be
repeated again, and certainly not in the way Harry would want it.
“I think you’d be surprised sir.” Harry finally whispered knowing well that
Snape was not letting his question go unanswered this time around.
“I find that totally unbelievable Potter. Your presence at these detentions
alone must be both humiliating and abhorrent.” Snape waved his wand pointedly
around the classroom causing the candles to flicker ominously at the crackle of
Snape’s magic. The Deatheater, turned spy was a powerful wizard in his own
right and Harry respected the fact, even admired it.
“You’d think that sir.” Harry whispered beneath his breath hoping that Snape
hadn’t heard the comment. Snape of course had and frowned once more at the
passive boy sat before him. Harry was not himself and had not been for some
time. The Harry, Snape had come to know would have jumped at the chance to yell
and scream at him but this green eyed boy in front of him seemed dejected and
almost resigned to his fate. It was not a change that Snape liked at all.
Taking a deep breath Snape unfolded his arms and relaxed his posture a little
as he calmed himself once more.
“I reiterate my previous offer Mr. Potter. If you wish to discuss anything at
all, my door is always open. There are few who understand the difficulties that
arise from being attached to his royal darkness and I would be displeased to
know you have suffered unnecessarily if there were something I could have
helped with.” Snape’s voice had mellowed once more to the calm deep timbre of
the wizard Harry liked most. Inwardly Harry smiled. Snape had mistaken
everything that was going on to be problems with Voldemort. With a thankful
sigh Harry nodded, pleased that the professor had completely misread the
situation. It was far easier for Harry to blame Voldemort for the previous
disasters than admit to the fact he was gay and lusting after his potions
professor.
“Thank you for the offer sir.” Harry paused and Snape waited patiently
expecting that Harry would take up his offer and spill his secrets. “It is late
sir, can I complete my detention so that I’m in bed before curfew.” Harry of
course had no intention of being forthcoming and after the boys comment; Snape
sighed loudly and shook his head in despair. Once more the boy had not taken
the offer of help.
“Very well Potter, 50 lines should see you done.” Snape flicked his wand in
irritation at the chalk board and Harry watched as the professor familiar
scrawl appeared on the board.
‘My tongue is not a tool with which to torture others, however with permission
                        can be put to much better use.’
Harry smirked at the line on the board as he dragged his quill and parchment
out of his bag. Snape smiled coyly to himself as he sat back down at his desk.
The boy had a sense of humor still at least. Once Harry had settled into
writing his lines, Snape too settled back into marking only occasionally
looking up to smile to himself in amusement.
 
 
A/N Okay so I liked this chapter it was fun, plus it indulged one of my own
fancies, of Snape speaking french. In saying that however I don't speak French
and thus the translation of the three sentences into french could be utter
crap. If you are french I apologize immensely for google translation and the
subsequent murdering of your language. Should you speak french and wish to fix
the translation for me I would be eternally grateful it would also probably
save me an inordinate amount of emails I'm likely to get about it being wrong.
Additional Note:- Thanks to Mad Chestnut Tree for the proper translation into
French many thanks. Anyhow, if you're not into a little mystery Snape's
comments should read............
The_young_Casanova_graces_us_with_his_presence_finally._You_will_make_no_lover
if_you_regret_every_kiss. I_bet_you'd_scream_when_you_cum_too_you_dirty_little
                                   bastard.
Hehehehe *wicked laugh* oh yes that begins to put things into frame quite
nicely I believe. Hope you enjoyed. 3 chapters to go.....
***** Minute Man *****
                                   Chapter 4
                                  Minute Man
“It’s time for drastic measures Harry.” Harry sighed heavily as he flopped down
onto the bed his hands over his face in exasperation. The trio of mischief that
was Oliver, George and Fred stood at the foot of his bed. They had given him a
good fortnight of peace after the horrors of the fall mixer in the Slytherin
common room, and Harry had prayed more than wished that they had finally given
up. Tonight however was the qudditch cup award ceremony and dance. It was the
last event of the season before the winter holidays.
“No.” Harry sat up and folded his arms firmly across his chest. Snape’s words
echoed in his mind. ‘Why you keep letting them do it…’
“Not so hasty Harry, we’re going to really work together this time. No half
measures anymore.” Oliver sat down on the end of the bed, as Fred threw open
Harry’s trunk and George strode over to the boy’s wardrobe.
“Indeed we’re going to get you laid the right way.” George began sorting
through Harry’s clothes in the wardrobe selecting various items and tossing
others aside with disgust. Fred too was searching through Harry’s trunk,
pulling out Harry’s best shoes and cloak. Oliver was quietly assessing Harry’s
hair with a look Harry could only describe as concerning.
“What if I don’t want to get laid?” Harry declared pointedly causing all three
boys to stop in their activities and look at Harry strangely. “What if I don’t
like girls?” Harry whispered softly, carefully assessing his friend’s reaction.
Fred, George and Oliver stared at Harry for a long minute before all three boys
burst out into hysterical laughter. Harry managed a weak smile as he let out
the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding onto.
“What a laugh Harry, you’re full of shit. Who doesn’t want to get laid?” George
snorted in amusement as he went back to searching Harry’s wardrobe.
“Indeed brother, he only says that because he doesn’t know what it is like.
Once he’s got his end away he’ll be singing a different tune.” Fred laughed too
as he buffed up Harry’s black dress shoes with the sleeve of his robe.
“You do tell a good joke Harry, not liking girls. As if!” Oliver laughed as he
grabbed Harry’s hand and dragged the boy up from his bed. “They’re a pain in
the arse sometimes but they make up for it in other areas.” George thrust the
selection of clothes he’d picked out of Harry’s wardrobe into the younger boy’s
arms. Oliver pushed Harry towards the stairs leading from the dormitory down
towards the boys bathrooms. “Just go and get yourself spit and polished, then
leave the rest up to us.” Harry paused on the threshold of the staircase and
glance back at his friends, once again wondering how he’d gotten himself into
another situation he couldn’t back out of.
“What about Snape….” In a last ditch attempt at saving himself from more
humiliation Harry tried to pull the only card he knew might work.
“Oh don’t worry about him Harry, he’s been summoned. Nearly dropped an entire
bottle of potion in class this afternoon.” Fred smiled brightly unaware that
the news of Snape’s summons hadn’t yet reached Harry.
“Brilliant timing that Tom Riddle, couldn’t have planned it better.” Fred added
as he pushed Harry once more again towards the stairs and the bathroom.
“So don’t worry Harry, now get on with you?” With a flick of his wand Oliver
sent Harry flying down the stairs, leaving his friends giggling after him.
Down in the bathroom Harry slowly showered and changed into the clothes that
his friends had chosen for him. Of his small selection of clothes George had
managed to choose Harry some half decent rags. With a pair of tight muggle
jeans, a weird sisters t-shirt Ron had brought him for Christmas last year and
an old leather jacket that Mrs. Wealsey had given him that once belonged to
Charlie, Harry thought he almost looked trendy. Harry sighed heavily as he
glanced at his reflection in the mirror above the sink before turning and
stepping out of the bathroom. Harry’s thoughts however were firmly on Snape and
the possible things that could be happening. As Harry exited the boys’ bathroom
Oliver was waiting for him.
“We’ll have to fix that hair Harry, you really should buy yourself some hair
tonic it’ll tame it much better.”  After shaking out some of the potion from a
bottle within his pocket, Oliver flicked his fingers through Harry’s hair
spiking the untamable brown locks into some semblance of style. When he was
satisfied Oliver grabbed Harry’s arm and pulled him towards the great hall.
“Now you just be your charming usual self and let us take care of the romance.”
The doors to the great hall were already open and Oliver strolled in with Harry
trailing behind him. Quickly they took their seats and Harry sighed as he
glanced up to the staff table and the empty space where Snape usually sat. It
was somewhat sad really that the Slytherin quidditch team had won the cup but
that their head of house wasn’t here to see it. Harry’s attention was drawn
back to the present however, as Dumbledore clapped his hands and began the
presentation ceremony of the quidditch cup.  
Harry watched proceedings politely and clapped when he needed to. When Alistair
Clearwater, captain of the Slytherin quidditch team, stepped up to receive the
cup the Slytherin side of the hall erupted in shouts and hollers excitement. 
The rest of the hall dutifully clapped too but none were entirely happy for the
Slytherin’s to have won. Still the rest of the presentations passed quickly and
before too long the tables had been pushed aside and the staff had retired to
the staff room. The candles had dimmed and the music had begun.
“You do realize I don’t dance.” Harry muttered as he joined the small group of
his friends standing by the drinks table.
“One glass of this and it won’t matter Harry.” Fred stepped up to the punch
bowl carefully hiding his concealed bottle of potion while George and Ron
played look outs. Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed as she grabbed hold of
Ginny’s arm just as Fred tipped the entire bottle of potion into the punch.
“Come on Ginny the boys are being immature and we shouldn’t be around here when
their stupidity blows up in their faces.” Harry sighed as he watched Hermione
and Ginny retreat across to the other side of the hall.
“I think they’ve got the right idea.” Harry muttered as Ron handed him a cup of
the laced punch.
“Oliver said you should drink the whole cup. Is there something going on Harry
with my brothers and Oliver? They said you probably wouldn’t make it back to
the dorm room tonight when I asked if we were going to Hogsmeade in the
morning.” Harry sniffed at the cup. He wondered silently what potion Fred had
slipped into it.
“Yeah but don’t worry about it Ron, according to Snape it’s mostly my own fault
and I’m beginning to think he’s right.” With another cursory sniff of the glass
of punch Harry steeled himself and downed the full cup in one go. “But he’s not
here so what’s the worst that could happen?” With a shrug of his shoulder Harry
straightened his back and surveyed the hall a decision finally made. If Fred,
George and Oliver were not going to give up until Harry got laid then he would
do just that or at least convince someone to lie that they’d done it.
“Hey Ron, is wizarding sex the same as muggle sex?” Harry muttered as he
continued to scan the room looking for a suitable choice. Ron chuckled
nervously a flush creeping up into his cheeks as he looked sideways at Harry.
“Well, you sort of put it...in…” Ron was clearly very inarticulate trying to
describe sex and Harry smirked as Ron made crude gesture with his hands.
“Not that, I mean magical wise. Is there anything I should be prepared for,
anything unexpected?” Harry laughed coyly, watching as Ron nodded as reality
dawned on him.
“Right well no, not that I know of. Are you planning on doing it Harry?” Ron
inquired quietly as he watched Harry scan the room.
“Not if I can help it.” Harry muttered beneath his breath as his gaze settled
on Janet Fletchly. Harry knew Janet from herbology. She was a pretty sort of
girl, thin and tall with dark silken locks that trailed down her back. She was
friends with Neville but very few others. Harry had often spoken to her during
herbology but he’d had little else to do with her. As far as Harry could tell
she seemed trustworthy and Harry hoped she was willing to help him. With a
determined gait Harry negotiated his way through the dancing couples and over
to where Janet was sat with Neville. “Janet, Neville. Hi.” Harry whispered as
he smiled at Janet and Neville warmly. “Would you like to dance Janet?” Janet
looked around nervously unsure if Harry was actually talking to her.
“Yes, thank you.” Offering his hand, Harry led Janet out onto the dance floor.
Harry gently took hold of Janet’s waist and the girl gently placed her hands
around Harry’s neck as they began swaying to the music. They were silent for a
while Harry nervously chewing his lip as he felt Janet staring at him.
“Why did you ask me to dance Harry, if you aren’t going to look at me?” Janet’s
voice was soft and curious and Harry inwardly cursed himself as he looked down
into the onyx eyes of the girl in his arms. It was strange but with her eyes
and her long black hair Harry could almost imagine she was someone else,
dancing in his arms.
“Sorry, it’s just…” Harry trailed off nervously. Janet rolled her eyes and
leaned a little closer so that her voice could be heard above the music but not
overheard by the others around them.
“I know Harry, I know your secret.” Harry’s eyes widened impossibly as Janet
looked carefully around her as she pulled Harry a little closer and pushed her
forehead against his. “Now give me a kiss like you mean it and let’s get out of
here.” A little shocked Harry didn’t have time to think before Janet had
pressed her lips against his. It was with some ease that Harry deepened the
kiss as her tongue flicked at his lips asking permission to enter. Harry closed
his eyes then as his hands slid into her hair, mirroring the actions he longed
to do with someone else’s dark silky locks. “You’re not half bad Potter.” Janet
smiled sweetly as she licked her lips after they parted. Still in shock Harry
smiled as he allowed Janet to lead him from the hall, his hand in hers.
“Hang on a minute, where are we going?” Harry pulled Janet to a stop as she
began to lead them out into the courtyard outside the castle.
“Anywhere you want to really. We just have to be long enough to get them
talking.” Janet shrugged her shoulders as she continued walking out into the
garden. Harry frowned and ran to get in front of Janet and pulled her to a
stop.
“I don’t understand Janet, what’s going on?” Harry queried pointedly as he
stared into the girls sparkling onyx eyes.
“Of that I am totally sure. You’re so adorably clueless aren’t you Harry?”
Janet laughed and grabbed Harry’s hand once again running down the path and
into the rose garden that adjoined the greenhouses. “I know you’re gay Harry
and I know you’re trying very hard to hide the fact.” Harry went to protest but
was surprised when Janet cut him off by reaching forward and grabbing his
crotch. “And don’t lie Harry most boys your age should be as hard as a rock
after a kiss like the one you just gave me.” With a sweet chuckle Janet let
Harry’s crotch go and with a flick of her hair continued to skip through the
rose bushes. The girls infectious laugh made Harry chuckle and shake his head
as he followed her between the rows of bushes.
“How did you know?” Harry inquired softly.
“It takes one to see one Harry, why do you think I’ve never dated?” Harry was
stunned as Janet found a seemingly comfy spot and sat down. “I like you Harry,
you’re going along with your friend’s game quite well. I did wonder when you’d
get tired of it though.” Sitting down beside Janet Harry silently looked out at
Hagrid’s hut and the lake beyond. “That is why you asked me to dance isn’t it?
To ask me to lie for you, say we did it and that you were a spectacular lay.”
Harry had the good grace to blush and look away at Janet’s gentle rise of her
eyebrow.
“Sorry. Was I that transparent?” Harry muttered as he picked up a few rocks
from beside him in the garden and tossed them gently against a flowerpot a few
steps away.
“No, I would just do the same in your position. I overheard Oliver talking with
Fred and George regarding your arrangement. When you approached me tonight I
kind of figured what you wanted.” Janet lay back on the grass to stare up at
the stars above. Harry looked down at her. In the moonlight if he tried hard
enough Harry could imagine a certain potions professor lying on the grass
beside him.
“You’re thinking about someone.” Janet whispered as she closed her eyes, very
aware that Harry was staring at her.
“No one special.” Harry muttered consciously looking away back out to the lake.
“Keep telling yourself that Potter.” Janet laughed and rolled her eyes. “Come
on, that’s probably long enough, you are only just fifteen after all.”
“Hey I’m not a minute man.” Harry balked at the implication as he offered a
hand down to Janet to help her up, as he too stood up.
“You don’t know what type of man you are yet Harry, but for arguments sake
let’s just agree not to put a time frame on your performance.” Harry laughed in
genuine mirth and forgetting himself let go of Janet’s hands too quickly,
causing her to fall back to her knees at Harry’s feet.
“If anyone saw us they wouldn’t have wonder about what we’re doing in this
position.” Janet laughed as she cheekily gestured to Harry’s crotch at her eye
level.
“Whatever, come on it is nearly curfew.” Offering his hand down once more Harry
helped Janet up from her knees. With a smile Harry walked beside Janet towards
the side entry back into the foyer. For the first time in a long time Harry
felt at ease. As they approached the entry however Harry was stunned as Janet
unexpectedly pushed him up against the wall beside the entry way.
“We’ve got to make it look real, rough us up a little bit.” Janet leaned
forward and pressed a kiss against Harry’s lips, making the boys ruby red lips
plump and swollen. “Untuck the shirt, mess up the hair and lower this a little
bit.” Janet giggled cheekily as she unzipped Harry’s trousers a little before
messing up his hair.
“Hey!” Harry grumped as he spun them around and reversed their positions so
that Janet was pushed against the wall and Harry was messing up her hair.
“There now we both look like we’ve been fucking in rose garden.” Harry laughed
and smiled coyly as Janet reached up and touched his scar in quiet wonder.
“So come on Harry tell me who you were thinking about before, you looked
happy.” Janet pressed as she nuzzled her nose against Harry’s playfully.
“It’s no one…” Harry whispered shyly as he turned his face slightly away from
Janet’s.
“Come on Harry, we’re friends now…or at least fuck buddies. We can share
secrets.” Janet’s smile was warm and caring and Harry knew that the girl was
genuine.
“Fine it’s….” Resigned to tell the girl his secret Harry sighed and began but
was cut off sharply.
“Snape!”
“What? How did you know?!” Harry’s eyes widened impossibly at Janet’s comment,
shocked that the girl had guessed.
“No Harry, Professor Snape, Sir.” Frowning Harry began to realize that Janet
was no longer looking at him and instead was staring horrified over Harry’s
shoulder at something behind him.
“Mr. Potter, am I interrupting something…again?” The liquid honey tone of a
very familiar professor split the tension in the air like a knife.
“Snape.” Harry muttered his eyes closing as Janet wriggled her way out from
under him, trying and failing to right her clothes as she did so. Harry didn’t
bother turning around and instead leaned forward so that his head came to rest
on the wall where Janet had been pinned not a few moments before.
"And here I thought my evening could get no worse, but alas…” Snape trailed off
and Harry didn’t miss the tinge of exhaustion he heard in the elder wizard’s
tone of voice.
“We didn’t do anything sir, just fooling around really.” Harry cringed at
Janet’s hasty explanation, clearly not helping the situation at all.
“Miss Fletchly, I suggest you return to your dorm. Mr. Potter has detention
with me this evening.” Harry slowly pushed himself away from the wall, finally
daring to open his eyes and face the elder wizard behind him. Snape was stood
up in death eater robes minus the mask. His hair was mattered with blood and
dirt and his wand was gripped tightly in a slightly shaking grip. Harry
instantly forgot his humiliation as he stared at the shell of the wizard stood
before him. Snape looked as if he would collapse at any moment and Harry forced
himself not to react as Snape waved Janet away with a flick of his hand. The
dark haired girl scrambled inside the castle at the gesture, having first
thrown a sympathetic glance at Harry. Harry ignored it however his gaze fixed
on the professor before him.
“Sir, are you alright?” Harry whispered as he went to reach out as Snape
stumbled on the stairs.
“Perfectly fine Potter.” Snape whispered softly without an ounce of bitter
nastiness he might have used if he was well. “Come along, to my office.” With
that Snape stumbled into the castle leaving Harry trailing carefully behind
him.
 
(A/N) Well okay two to go....
***** Minute Man’s Punishment *****
                                  Chapter 4a
                            Minute Man’s Punishment
Harry trailed behind Snape quietly as the elder wizard limped and staggered
along the halls. It was very obvious that Snape was not well but Harry chewed
his lip and chose not to comment. Eventually however they reached Snape’s
office and Harry paused on the threshold as Snape staggered into his room. With
what little energy he had left Snape collapsed down into the armchair by the
fireplace in exhaustion.
“Don’t linger Potter.” With his eyes closed Snape laid his head back against
the cushion of the armchair, as he addressed Harry. Jumping a little Harry
moved into the office and gently closed the door behind him. Quietly Harry
stood on the rug beside the fireplace as he watched Snape’s bloodied fingers
gently gripping the arms of the chair as the professor fought an unseen pain.
The wave of pain seemed to pass however and Harry sighed heavily as Snape
opened his eyes and stared at him with cool regard.
“Are you okay sir? Would you like me to fetch Madam Pomphrey?” Harry twisted
his hands nervously in front of him as he tried to keep his tone even and calm.
“No, that molly codling medi-witch does nothing but fuss. This will pass once I
take the potions.” Snape untucked his wand and flicked it carefully at a
bookcase beside the fireplace. Harry watched as the books moved aside and a
small cupboard appeared in the shelves. “If you wouldn’t mind.” Snape whispered
as the doors to the cupboard popped open revealing what Harry assumed was
Snape’s personal store of potions. “The purple one and the whisky decanter
too.” As Harry moved towards the cupboard Snape directed Harry’s attentions to
the two items he wanted. Harry huffed a short chuckle as he picked up the
purple bottle of potion along with the crystal whisky decanter and matching
glass. “Bring a glass for yourself too Potter.”
“Sir?” Harry questioned sharply, unsure whether he was being led into a trap by
accepting Snape’s offer, which was surely against school policy.
“Oh come Potter, you’re a man now aren’t you?” Snape raised a pointed eyebrow
at Harry who blushed and looked away guiltily.  Snape snorted at the boy’s
coyness as he took the potion from Harry’s hand. Harry chewed his lip as his
breath caught in his throat as Snape’s fingers brushed his own. Harry didn’t
reply and instead watched Snape struggle for a moment with the stopper of the
potions bottle before uncorking it and taking the potion in one big gulp. Snape
grimaced at the foul tasting potion but then poured himself and Harry a glass
of whisky. Snape took a swig from his own glass before offering Harry the other
glass. Harry paused tentatively as he stared at the offered glass clutched in
Snape’s bloodied hand. “Take it Potter. It’s not a trick I just don’t fancy
drinking alone.” Harry sighed heavily clearly Snape had read his thoughts, or
at the very least the expression on his face. Stepping forward Harry accepted
the glass and took a small sip of the single malt whisky. The burn of the
alcohol warmed his insides and calmed a little of his nerves. “Sit and tell me
about your evening.” Snape gestured to the other armchair beside the fire.
Nervously Harry sat down the glass of whisky clutched between both his hands in
an effort to stop him from shaking.
“I’d rather not sir, it was pretty ordinary yet again.” Harry whispered.
“My evening was far worse on all levels Potter as I spent it in servitude with
the dark lord. So either you tell me what’s going on with you or I’ll tell you
about my evening and then we can both be treated to the nightmares.” Yet again
Snape gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and gripped the arm rests of the chair
as a wave of pain swept over his body. Harry struggled to stay seated,
desperate to go over to Snape and help ease his pain. Seeing Snape in so much
pain and not wanting it to continue Harry decided then to confess what was
happening with his friends.
“They decided I needed help.” Harry sat back in the armchair his hands still
clutching the glass of whisky.
“By they, I am assuming Mr. Wood and the Weasley twins.” Harry sighed and
nodded, of course Snape had worked out who was involved already.
“They’re meant to be my wingmen. To point out opportunities.” Harry offered as
he watched Snape tilt his head to the side slightly in amusement.
“Opportunities to…” Snape pressed watching as Harry blushed.
“Get laid, cop a feel, kiss someone. I’m not entirely sure they had a goal in
mind except to get me some action, so to speak. Apparently my love life sucks.”
Harry trailed off quietly. He was somewhat surprised as he heard Snape laugh as
the elder wizard poured himself another glass of whisky.
“Quite. I’m sure humiliation and embarrassment wasn’t what you agreed to.”
“I didn’t agree to it at all!” Harry quickly interjected determined to let
Snape know he wasn’t willingly participating in the situations Oliver and the
twins had put him in.
“Well I’m assuming it ended well, if this evening with Janet Fletchly is any
indication?” Harry didn’t miss the slightly bitter tone that entered Snape’s
voice as he spoke of what he’d interrupted earlier in the evening.
“We didn’t do it, just made it look like we had, so they’d leave me alone.”
Harry quickly supplied desperate to ensure that Snape understood he wasn’t
sleeping with Janet.  “But I think they spiked the punch I was drinking with
potion. So no doubt something bad is still going to happen. It’s probably a
love potion or something.” Harry sighed heavily thinking about the potion he’d
seen Fred pour into the punch. Snape frowned at Harry.
“A potion? Come here and I’ll see.” Snape gestured for Harry to come to him and
Harry obediently stepped over to the potions professor. Putting aside his glass
of whisky Snape grabbed his wand and with a flourish flicked the tip across
Harry’s torso. Harry felt a warm tingle spread across his chest as Snape
performed the charm.
“No potion but perhaps a little whisky.” As the charm came to a close Snape
lowered his wand and rested back in the armchair.
“That’d explain my own stupidity.” Harry muttered as he swilled the whisky
glass in his hands.  
“How so?” Snape queried as he kept a hold of his wand and picked up his own
glass of whisky to take another sip.
“I’m a Cadbury and they all know it.” Harry continued his gaze lost in the
amber liquid in the glass.  
“A what?” Unfamiliar with the muggle phrase Snape frowned his glass paused
halfway to his lips.
“A Cadbury – a glass and a half of this stuff and I’m anyone’s.” Harry gestured
to the whisky as he lifted the glass and took a sip of the amber liquid.
“Well you better drink up then.” Without missing a beat Snape leaned forward
and with the tip of a bloodied finger tipped Harry’s glass further upwards,
encouraging the boy to drink the entire glass in one go. Harry’s eyes widened
impossibly as he finished the glass of whisky with a cough and a splutter.
There was a strange glint in Snape’s eyes as he stared at Harry in silence.
Harry felt his breath catch in his throat as he stared into the obsidian eyes
of his professor. The gaze stirred something inside of Harry that the boy as
yet was not willing to admit to and so he swallowed awkwardly and finally
looked away from Snape’s stare.
“Sir, do you mind if I just get my detention over with? I’m pretty sure this is
the last one I’ll have to complete, they’ll give up now they think…” Harry put
the crystal glass back on the coffee table as he looked carefully at Snape for
the elder wizard’s reaction. At Harry’s words Snape seemed to snap out of his
momentarily lapse of concentration.
“And you honestly believe that don’t you Potter? You believe that your friends
are going to give up on this ridiculous charade just because you convinced Miss
Fletchly to play along with your lies?” Harry swallowed nervously as he watched
Snape stand up from his chair, clearly irritated all of a sudden.
“Lies?” Harry whispered as he watched Snape stride over to the fireplace, the
potion having clearly made him feel much better and more like himself.
“Yes, lies Potter. The lies you’re telling have far greater consequences that
just your stupid little friends. They affect everything and everyone,
particularly yourself! You’d have thought by now you’d have realized that with
your life expectancy in this war at a minimum that you need to embrace every
opportunity afford to you, instead of pleasing everyone else!” Snape was now
very clearly mad, his fists clenched in anger.
“Sir I don’t know what you’re talking about, can’t I just start my lines?”
Harry pleaded quietly, not liking where Snape’s conversation was heading.
“You’re incorrigible Harry James Potter. If you wish to be obtuse you shall not
find me so. Here’s your bloody parchment and quill and here’s your bloody
lines.” Snape flicked his wand and Harry found himself sliding across the floor
and slamming into the chair behind Snape’s desk. A quill and parchment flew
across the room to land in front of him on the desk. Quickly Harry picked up
the quill and inked it a Snape stepped up to the front of the desk and slammed
his hands down on its surface as he began to dictate the line he wanted Harry
to copy. “You will write 50 times. I Harry James Potter will stop pretending to
be heterosexual so that the rest of us may be spared the bumbling ineptitude of
my friends failed attempts to get me laid. Particularly when they are clearly
laboring under the misapprehension that you like that sort of thing and when it
is very clear to anyone of that persuasion that you prefer cock. So I will do
us all a favour and tell my ridiculous Gryffindor friends that I’m gay!” Harry
sat wide eyed and shocked as Snape finished his angry tirade. The professors’
breathing was rapid and his temper was clearly bubbling beneath the surface.
When Snape realized his younger charge wasn’t writing he paused in front of the
desk his arms folded across his chest as he glared at Harry angrily. The
tension filled silence hung between the pair of them for a long moment before
Harry glanced down at his parchment to where his inked quill had dripped all
over the clean paper.
“Sorry sir, I think I’m going to need a bigger piece of parchment for that…”
Harry wasn’t sure why he chose those words or why his brain had failed to
register just exactly what Snape had said. The reaction from Snape however was
not entirely unexpected.
“FUCK!” In exasperation Snape swore loudly, his anger finally bursting free and
allowing Harry to see the frustration and anguish within. With a further curse
Snape threw his hands up in the air and after a disbelieving and angry snarl in
Harry’s direction turned on his heel and stormed from the room. The silence in
Snape’s wake was deafening and Harry stared at the closed door that Snape had
just slammed shut.
“Shit.” Harry muttered when the moment caught up with him and Snape’s words had
sunk in a little better. If nothing else Snape had just told him the truth. It
was an ugly truth but a truth none the less. Of all the people Harry had
imagined talking with about this, Severus Snape was the last person on that
list. With an exaggerated sigh Harry stood up from the desk and moved over to
where his and Snape’s glasses sat abandoned with the whisky decanter on the
coffee table. Snape’s glass was smudged with blood from the man’s hands and
Harry stared at it for a long time wondering just how bad Snape’s evening had
been with Voldemort. It was that thought alone that made Harry’s decision
clear. He didn’t want Snape to suffer and even if unconsciously Harry was doing
just that. His lies were causing them all pain and for the death eater turned
spy, whose life revolved around lying, Harry’s own lies were obviously too much
to deal with as well.  Bending down Harry picked up both glasses and the
decanter and moved over to the closed door that Snape had disappeared through
just before.
“No more lies.” Harry whispered to himself as he pushed open the door and
stepped into the darkness.
 
(A/N So at this point I suggest if you're happy with the PG rating I'd stop
reading. However I will probably earn the M or E rating in the next chapter.
Might need to upgrade the rating. Anyway aside from that the part we've all be
waiting for is next up...." )
***** Epilogue *****
Chapter Summary
     Sorry it was a little while coming but here it is, a fitting end to
     an awkwardly innocent story.
                                   Epilogue
It was dark inside the room as Harry pushed open the door quietly. Harry had
never been beyond Snape’s sitting room before and so was unsure into what room
he was stepping. To his right Harry could make out a short hall table and
beyond in the darkness he could just make out the dark shapes of other pieces
of unknown furniture.
“Professor?” Harry whispered nervously as he looked around the shadowed room.
There was a shifting of something in the darkness and Harry assumed it was
Snape. The elder wizard however didn’t reply and so Harry sighed heavily.
“Please sir, I just want to talk.” Harry tried again, once more looking into
the darkness.
“I believe I’ve said enough already Potter.” Harry smiled in a small won
success as Snape’s cold voice replied to him from the darkness.
“Can I light a candle or something? I’d really like to just talk.” Harry went
to move towards the small hall table to his right, intent on putting down the
glasses and decanter of whisky to go in search of a candle. Before Harry could
move however he felt the wave of magic sweep over the room before a warm glow
of several candles illuminated the space and a fireplace on the far wall roared
into life.  Harry blinked a few times in the changed light and took a moment to
look around the room. It was a bedroom, beautifully furnished with gothic
wooden furniture and rich cream and blue fabrics. Harry was somewhat surprised
by the décor of the bedroom and the disorganized clutter than seemed to be
haphazardly strewn about the room. There were half open books, scattered
parchments and quills, half empty bottles of potions and both clean and dirty
robes and clothes hung and strewn about the floor and furniture. Harry smiled
crookedly at the scene. If he didn’t know the occupant Harry might have said
the room belonged to a typical messy teenager.
Knowing better than to comment however Harry schooled his expression back to
neutral as he focused on the wing backed armchair tucked in a nook beside the
fireplace. Snape was sat in the chair sideways, his face resting in his
bloodied hands.
“I want to apologize for my outburst before. It was inappropriate as a
Professor for me to make such comments in that manner. If you wish to make a
formal complaint I will accept the consequences that come from it.” Snape
didn’t look at Harry and instead kept his face hidden behind a delicate hand
and the curtain of his hair. Harry sighed heavily and stepped further into the
room, carefully putting aside the decanter and glasses before closing the door
behind him.
“I’m not going to report you. If anything I expected you to have me expelled
after I assaulted you on several occasions over the last few months.” Harry
shrugged and moved further into the bedroom and over to a small dresser of
draws. On the top of the chest of drawers were photos and pictures in various
silver and gold frames. Some of the pictures were older than others but nearly
all of them moved and shifted just like wizarding photos should. Harry didn’t
recognize any of them however and so turned back to face Snape sitting in the
chair just as before. “You only told me something I already knew. I just didn’t
want to acknowledge it.” Harry paused and swept his gaze over Snape’s form. The
elder wizard looked tired and it was very clear he was trying to avoid looking
at Harry. “You should wash that blood off.” With a sudden determination Harry
flicked his wand a summoned a basin of warm steaming water and a face washer.
“It’s not yours is it?” Harry queried as he knelt down on the rug in front of
Snape’s arm chair and reached for the wizard’s hands. Snape didn’t speak and
barely shook his head in reply as he watched with his dark obsidian eyes as
Harry washed his hands.
“You shouldn’t be here Potter.” Snape whispered as he watched the water turn
red as Harry gently washed off the blood. The touch of Harry’s hands against
Snape’s was gentle and soft. The boy could feel the hard roughened calluses on
his thumb and forefinger where the elder wizard held his wand. The simple
gesture was intimate and Harry took a moment to enjoy the feeling of being
allowed to touch Snape in such a manner.
“I thought you’d want to hear the truth, the whole truth this time.” Harry
looked up coyly from where Snape’s long sculptured fingers lay softly in his
own beneath the red tinted water in the bowl. “Would you mind if I asked you to
change first though. I’d rather not discuss this with you, when you’re dressed
like my worst nightmare.” Snape nodded quiet and Harry reluctantly let go of
his hands as the elder wizard stood.
“You better make yourself at home and pour us another drink then.” Harry nodded
as Snape turned and disappeared through an inner door that Harry assumed was a
bathroom. Shrugging off his leather jacket Harry tossed it onto the top of the
trunk at the bottom of Snape’s bed. Quickly Harry moved to the abandoned
glasses and whisky decanter on the side table. Taking his time Harry cleaned
Snape’s glass of the bloodied finger prints before pouring the liquor into
them.  Taking his own glass Harry circled the room slowly taking in the small
intimate details of Snape’s life that were scattered about his room. There were
small mementos from all over the world gracing various surfaces and Harry
wondered who had sent them to Snape, knowing that the man had probably had
little time himself to travel. Sipping at the amber liquid Harry finally made
it back to the fireplace and sat down crossed legged on the rug to wait for
Snape to return.
Snape stepped out of the bathroom and Harry had to bite his lip from a shocked
gasp that might have slipped out as he took in the professor’s appearance. For
the first time ever Snape wasn’t dressed in his traditional teaching robes.
Instead he stood up in soft merle grey lounge pants and a deep burgundy,
collarless shirt that was rolled to his elbows. There was nothing on his feet
and Harry marveled at how much younger the professor looked with his hair
freshly washed and tied back with a black ribbon at the base of his neck.
“For me?” Harry didn’t realize he was gawking until he heard Snape huff in mock
amusement before moving over to where Harry had left the second glass of
whisky.
“Oh yeah.” Harry stuttered abruptly unable to stop the blush that rose in his
cheeks as he lowered his gawking gaze from Snape’s appearance. Snape grabbed
the glass of whisky before moving to sit back in the armchair beside the
fireplace. Harry didn’t miss the angry dark mark that flashed on the elder
wizards forearm as he sipped from the whisky once again and relaxed into the
cushions. There was an awkward silence that hung between them neither willing
to speak as each wizard stared into their glass of amber as if the secrets of
the world were contained within the liquid.
“Considering we’re breaking several school and ministry rules at your request,
I suggest you start talking Potter.” Snape broke the silence first as a slight
tremble of his hands, no doubt a result of curses, caused his glass of whisky
to shake for a moment.
“Oh right…” Harry paused unsure now where he was going to begin. “Well you’re
right, I like…” Harry struggled to find the right words and chewed nervously at
his lip.
“Cock?” Snape supplied unhelpfully with a slightly sarcastic sigh. Harry felt
the crimson blush creep into his cheeks once more as he ducked his head
avoiding eye contact with the elder wizard. “It’s hardly surprising you can’t
tell your friends if you can barely say it to yourself. Is being so inclined
such a terrible affliction?” Snape sipped carefully at his whisky as he eyed
Harry’s reaction closely.
“No, I just don’t want to be any more different than I already am. I thought at
least that part of my life could be normal.” Harry sighed and closed his eyes
sadly. He’d processed this very thought lots of times before in the quiet
security of his bed. Harry had played the scenario over and over in his head,
what it would be like to tell his friends. Every scenario however ended the
same, with him being friendless and more of a weirdo than he already was.
“That’s a terribly depressing thought Potter and a very muggle one at that.
Have you learnt so little about wizarding society that you believe we have the
same values that narrow minded muggles have?” Harry shrugged his shoulders and
watched as Snape sighed and rolled his eyes. “Sometimes you have to take a leap
of faith Harry. Stop pretending to be someone they want you to be and just be
yourself.”
“That’d be fine if I knew who I was…” Harry trailed off quietly as he rolled
the glass of whisky around in his hand dangerously close to spilling it.
“I’m afraid I cannot help with that one, only you know who you are. Just do
what makes you happy, which in this life is a rarity…” Harry glanced up at
Snape who was staring at him with an almost warm expression on his face. A
strange tension filled silence stretched between them before Snape sighed
heavily and took a mouthful of his whisky. “But if you’re struggling, I find
that alcohol helps a lot. So drink up Cadbury.”  Snape finished the remains of
his whisky before smiling crookedly at Harry. Harry blushed as he remembered
having shared his secret with Snape earlier. “Then you can fetch me a refill in
the hopes it might dampen the nightmares.”  Harry watched as Snape shook his
empty glass, having gestured for Harry to finish his own.
Harry stared at the outstretched hand towards him. The fine boned delicate
fingers that were wrapped around the glass reminded Harry of the touch they had
shared in the living room before. Harry shivered as he remembered the soft
brush of warm skin against his own and the wave of desire and the tingle of
magic that had swept over his body. He wasn’t sure what it was but he knew he
wanted to feel it again. Taking a deep confident breath Harry reached forward
and grabbed the glass, consciously stroking his fingers against Snape’s as he
took the glass.
“Refill?” Harry questioned softly as he put Snape’s empty glass aside. Snape
nodded and yawned seemingly not to notice Harry’s deliberate stroke of his
fingers. “Well you better come and get it then.” Harry whispered softly as he
took another deep breath. He stood from the floor and took the necessary few
steps over to where Snape was sat in his armchair. With a confidence that had
from nowhere, Harry straddled Snape’s lap and sat down. Snape stiffened
immediately under Harry’s unexpected weight and stared at the younger wizard
with mild shock and confusion. Harry ignored this however as he took a large
swig of his own whisky before leaning forward and locking his mouth with
Snape’s. The kiss was instantly deep as Snape shared the whisky that Harry
allowed to trickle from between his lips until it was gone. Their tongues
dueled as both wizards fought for dominance but when Snape bit Harry’s lip in
warning the younger wizard obediently surrendered control. Harry relaxed almost
instantly as he felt Snape’s hands come up to rest on his waist, holding him
firmly in place. Finally breathless the pair drew apart and Harry sighed
heavily as he licked his lips, enjoying the taste of the fine single malt
whisky with a hint of spice that was purely Snape.
“That was unexpected,” Snape breathed out cautiously as Harry’s eyes flickered
open revealing the emerald pools Snape was so captivated by.
“Guess I hit my limit.” Harry breathed out a little nervously as he gestured to
his now empty whisky glass.
“Cadbury indeed.” Snape spoke calmly his deep mellow timbre rattling low in his
chest and causing Harry to shudder in expectation. A small droplet of whisky
clung to Snape’s chin. On impulse Harry leaned forward, the tip of his tongue
reaching out to lick up the bead of amber liquid before tracing up over the
slightly stubbled chin to the kiss bruised lips of his professor, for yet
another devastating kiss. They broke apart again as Harry let out a little
groan and unconsciously ground down into Snape’s lap causing the elder wizard
to gasp in excitement. Harry sighed as he watched Snape’s eyebrow rise in
silent question. “I believe you are quite pushing the boundaries on what is
considered an appropriate student teacher relationship Potter.” Snape whispered
his voice a little too quiet to truly be upset by the current events. Harry
shrugged his shoulders and wriggled back against Snape’s lap once again
eliciting a barely contained groan from his professor. It was a sound Harry
knew he wouldn’t grow tired of hearing.
“Appropriate? Oh there is going to be nothing appropriate about what comes
next…” Before Snape could reply Harry had once more locked his lips with the
elder wizards, the boys hands coming up to run through the freshly washed silky
dark locks of his partner. Snape too had come to the end of his restrained and
with an enviable and somewhat surprising strength Snape stood up. Harry’s legs
wrapped automatically around the elder wizard’s waist and neither of them broke
the kiss as they stumbled over to the bed.
Harry let out a breathless gasp of surprise as he was pressed down onto the
bed. Sitting up on his elbows and still panting, Harry watched as Snape began
stripping off his clothes. Enjoying the show Harry sat transfixed as he watched
as each tantalizing expanse of flesh was revealed to him. Snape’s skin was like
marble, soft and creamy with the white veins of old scars littering the
surface. The dark mark stood out as a sickly reminder of how the wizard before
him survived on a daily basis.
“I can cover it, if you wish?” Snape muttered once he’d finished undressing and
had finally realized what Harry was looking at. Harry shook his head definitely
as he crawled up onto his knees and stalked to the end of the bed. Snape froze
to the spot as Harry reached over and grabbed his hand before leaning down to
begin a trail of soft kisses from the man’s thin, potion stained fingers up his
forearm to where the dark mark lay.  Closing his eyes Snape shuddered in
exhilaration as Harry traced the dark mark with his tongue, twirling it around
the curves of the magical tattoo in an erotic dance. “Keep doing that Potter
and you’ll really piss him off.” With a strangled moan Snape pulled his arm
away reluctantly from Harry’s attentions. Harry sat back on his heels and
smiled wryly up at Snape from beneath his eyelashes.
“Fuck him, he’s always pissed off.”
“True.” Snape muttered as he leant forward and followed Harry up the bed as the
boy crawled backwards towards the headboard. “Lose the clothes, Harry.” Snape
growled low in his throat as Harry hastily began stripping himself of his
clothes. With each item of clothing that Harry removed, Snape was instantly
there, mapping the boy’s youthful skin with his hands and pressing urgent
kisses to the particularly sensitive spots he found. By the time Harry was
naked he was already writhing in ecstasy on the bed. His hands were twisted up
into the silk sheets and his cock curved achingly up against Snape’s stomach,
just begging for attention. Harry had dreamed off this moment even since he’d
taken an interest in Charlie Weasley that summer. He’d dreamt of hands not his
own roaming his skin, of a hot moist tongue trailing over his pulse points and
driving him insane with need. Admittedly Harry hadn’t exactly pictured his
current partner in the situations but really his dreams hadn’t come close to
the reality. Severus Snape was talented beyond what Harry could have imagined
and what Harry had put down to a school yard crush on his professor had now
become an all-out obsession. 
Someone was making lewd groaning and crooning noises and Harry was pretty sure
it was him as Snape finally descended upon his cock and swallowed his entire
length. That was Harry’s undoing and reality seemed to blur at the edges as a
firm hand came up to hold his hips still even as he tried to trust into the
deliciously tight heat of Snape’s mouth.
“Now, now young one, don’t spoil it…” Snape chastised as he pulled off Harry’s
prick with a playful nip. Harry was incoherent however and allowed himself to
be turned over and dragged to his knees. With a practiced ease Snape maneuvered
his young charge into position, his hands sweeping over the boys heated flesh
playing with him until he shifted into exactly the right place. At this point
Harry couldn’t have cared less about his embarrassingly little amount of
experience as Snape prepared his virgin hole with a warmed oil. The only thing
Harry was focused on was the feeling of those skilled fingers gently but firmly
twisting up inside him, while the elder wizard pressed soothing kisses on his
back and neck. “Any last words?” Snape breathed out as he pressed his body up
against Harry’s, his own rigid member pressed against the cleft of the boy’s
backside. Harry shook his head intently and simply pushed back urging Snape to
proceed.
Snape didn’t need any further indication of Harry’s wanton need and so with the
concentration and care of a wizard of his years and experience, Snape slid
himself slowly but firmly home. Harry’s breathing hitched in pain but Snape’s
whispered words against his neck and soothing hands forever moving on his skin
kept his pain to a minimum. When he was fully seated in the tight well of his
partner, Snape paused to catch his breath. The boy was so delightfully tight
and with each hitched breath Snape felt the boy’s muscles contract around him.
Snape knew if the boy didn’t calm down neither of them would last the distance.
With a careful hand Snape reached up to sweep the unruly hair out of Harry’s
sweat drenched face.
“Calm down Harry, relax and just breath through it.” Harry’s cock had wilted
with the pain but as the elder wizard behind him moved and brushed a spot deep
within him, the pain was soon forgotten. Stars sparkled behind Harry’s eyes as
Snape’s solid cock thrust back and forth deep within him. Harry was in a new
world of ecstasy and the sounds that fell from his lips were nothing but
pleasurable ramblings. Snape too had lost his own iron control and with twin
hands gripping the boy’s waist tightly he thrust wildly back and forth into his
partner’s tight heat until he was crashing over the precipice. Harry felt
Snape’s cock erupt inside him the warm wave sweeping over him as the elder
wizard cried out Harry’s name. At the very sound of the man’s hoarse shout
Harry was lost too. With an embarrassingly high pitched scream and without
being touched Harry came. The thick tendrils of cum splattered out onto the
headboard in front of him as he collapsed sideways onto the bed. Snape rolled
with him and Harry was far too exhausted to even flinch as the man’s softening
cock slipped free of his body.
Harry knew he would be sore but the unbelievably content feeling that swept
over his body as Snape wrapped his arms around him and held him tightly, chased
away any other emotions.  For the first time ever Harry felt genuinely loved.
The silence was companionable and both wizards lay together allowing the sweat
to cool on their skin. Harry didn’t want the moment to end, however as he lay
there something struck him.
“You were right…” Harry whispered as he turned over slightly and Snape propped
himself up on his elbow to stared down at the boy staring back at him. Snape
frowned in confusion but watched as a mischievous sparkle lit up those once
innocent green eyes. “I do scream when I cum.” Snape’s eyes widened in surprise
as he realized what conversation Harry was referring to. Harry barked out a
hoarse chuckle as he leaned up and pressed a delicate kiss to Snape’s
questioning brow. “I don’t speak French but it turns out Neville Longbottom
does. You should have seen his face when he translated my memory for me…” Snape
couldn’t help but laugh too, the rich melodious sound making Harry’s already
sensitive skin tingle in delight. The elder wizard before him was truly relaxed
and Harry was proud that he was the cause of it.
“You never cease to surprise me Cadbury…” Snape chuckled once more as he pulled
Harry too him and pressed a firm loving kiss to the boys lips before both of
them settled back into a dreamless but content slumber.
 
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