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Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Tasks	By : QueenB Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 5179 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It hurt to wake up alone in bed. Severus had warned him he’d do it. Harry still ached to find the mattress next to him empty.
Other parts of him were aching too and he grimaced at the soreness in his arse. Just as Severus had promised, there was a different jar of salve waiting for him on his nightstand and Harry grinned at his lover’s thoughtfulness.
After taking care of the problem, Harry settled back in the sheets with a sigh. They still held Severus’s scent. Harry caught the pillow in his arms, breathing deeply of the man’s aroma. It was almost as good as having Severus in the room.
The smell of sex also hung thickly in the air, musky and unmistakable. Too bad he’d have to get rid of it. He doubted Draco would enter his room uninvited. But he was picking up some of Severus’s caution.
Harry dressed quickly, sighing over his limited wardrobe. He wanted to Transfigure it into something more stylish. But Draco would notice. He couldn’t spoil Severus’s plans by tipping off the prince with something as unimportant as clothes.
All at once, he was annoyed as hell by the blond Malfoy’s presence. Draco had no right to ruin his romance!
Harry sagged back on to the mattress. He was being irrational and unfair and he knew it. None of this was the prince’s fault. Draco hadn’t pushed Harry into sleeping with Severus, after all. The prince had tried his best to seduce Harry himself. He wasn’t to be blamed that it hadn’t worked.
Harry sighed, a quite different sound from those he’d made last night. Who would have thought that a love affair involved such complications?
There was also the unfinished business of rescuing the Malfoy prince. He’d given his word and Draco had made it clear he was frantic to escape. Well, was there anything forbidding him to rescue Draco AND be with Severus? True, his lover would be enraged to have his captive snatched from him. But, from the little hints dropped here and there, Harry guessed that Draco’s imprisonment wasn’t meant to be permanent.
Severus was holding him in exchange for something from Lucius Malfoy, probably money. If Harry took him away early, Severus would be cheated of his ransom. But Harry’s father was rich and Harry had never touched his family fortune except for school supplies and the occasional gift for his friends. If he withdrew enough to appease Severus, surely the man wouldn’t reject the gift or him?
Yes, that could work. He’d rescue Draco, give Severus his money and they’d…what? Settle down and live happily ever after? Something whispered inside him that it wouldn’t be so simple. What was it the goblin had said? Nothing you want is ever easy.
But he wasn’t a Gryffindor for nothing. He’d barrel through and win his heart’s desire somehow. At that thought, he pushed his hand in his pocket, his fingers caressing the sleek surface of the hidden mirror. Someday, he had to thank Severus for his rewards. Both it and the comb would be forever precious to him.
He eased open the door and prepared to go downstairs. The sound of voices coming from the corridor below stopped him.
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“You would do well to keep quiet about things you know nothing about, Draco.” The boredom Severus oozed was acute. Harry could practically see the scorn on that ascetic face.
“What is it you think I don’t know? Now that you have Harry Potter, you’re no longer interested in me, is that it?” Draco sneered.
No longer…? Harry froze, his body suddenly drenched in ice.
“What are you basing your assumptions on, Draco?” Now Severus sounded amused.
“On what my ears tell me. ‘Oh, Merlin, Severus!’ ‘More, Severus!’ ‘Right there, Severus!’” cried Draco in a whiny imitation of Harry’s voice. He let out a cruel laugh.
“What nonsense is this? You expect me to believe you finished your task and overheard a secret? You couldn’t have finished it so quickly. You cheated…or you had some kind of help.”
“That’s what you’d like to think, isn’t it? Anyway, since your spell only kept me until the task was completed, I came upstairs just as soon as that was done. No Snape. Now where could you be? Then I hear noises coming from upstairs.”
Awful, terrible silence.
“I guess you were so eager to pound that sweet little rounded behind, you forgot to put up a Silencing Charm. Or you thought I’d be busy for hours doing your menial chores.”
“Draco, you are a liar and a sneak. I don’t care what you think you heard – ”
“Oh, don’t think it matters to me what sleazy relations you’re engaging in with that tousled-haired brat. I’m just wondering what my father would say if he knew about your tastes for boys young enough to be your son.”
Severus’s voice never quavered, never gave a hint of guilt or admission. “You are delusional, Draco. If you think this story will win you free of this place or me, you’re sadly mistaken.”
“You want to deny it, do you? You thought keeping me separated from him would keep me ignorant? You’re supposed to be tending on me. Instead you shove me into a corner when he shows up and sleep with James Potter’s son, the son of the man who tormented you all those years ago.”
“Draco, you are mildly amusing at best and a thunderous bore at worst. Keep on like this and you will turn into a windbag like Ludo Bagman. Harry may be a Mudblood. But you are proof that being a pureblood leaves a great deal to be desired. Then again, pureblood so often translates to inbred.” The boredom had returned to Severus’s voice.
“You never had any problems with my pureblood status before.” Now Draco had acquired an insinuating tone, one that Harry had heard all too often in the prince’s attempts to seduce him. “Whatever you think of Harry, I’m a prince.”
“And I’m your jailer and master. If I tell you to work, you will do it. And if I tell you to go downstairs and bend over – ”
Harry had heard enough. Nausea churning through his belly, he staggered back inside his room and silently closed the door. He threw himself on the bed, unable to fight the scalding hot tears that sprang from his eyes.
So that was it. Draco hadn’t been a mere prisoner. He had been Snape’s plaything and Harry had stumbled into his clutches just when he had begun to tire of his captive. Weary of the Malfoy prince, the sorcerer had turned to the next stupid, idiotic, young pigeon to fall into his clutches.
Harry thought over all the conversations between himself, Snape and the prince. He recalled all those hours he’d spent alone on some time-consuming chore while the prince had been elsewhere, unable to be found, and the sorcerer supposedly locked in the dungeons working on his potions.
The sorcerer’s determination to separate them took on new meaning now. And he’d called what he had with Harry an “affair”. Wasn’t that the name all seducers gave to their sexual flings?
Those jealous looks, that harsh anger, Snape’s constant sneers at James Potter… The sorcerer had never had tender feelings towards him at all. He’d been jealous of the attraction between him and Draco, all right, but only because he didn’t wish to lose his newfound prize to the prince.
How long could Harry have hoped to hold his wandering attentions? Draco’s pureblood status, his enormous wealth and his undeniable pristine, ashen perfection far outweighed anything James Potter’s messy-haired son had to offer all. Still, why settle for one young, nubile lover when you could have two?
He’d show him. He was leaving this place and Draco was coming with him.
As for Severus Snape, Dark Arts sorcerer, he could go to hell.
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Harry was able to rouse himself in a few minutes to go downstairs. He splashed his face and used a small Charm to banish his reddened eyes. Thinking quickly, he slipped the moleskin pouch filled with his shrunken items around his neck. His pocket could hold only so much and he wanted to be certain nothing fell out of it when he left.
He made sure his face betrayed nothing, either of his bliss from the previous night or the anguish from what he’d just heard. He might not be a Dark Arts practitioner but he knew a thing or two about keeping secrets. He could thank Severus Snape for teaching him that.
During breakfast, Draco was stiff with Harry, at first, maintaining a sullen, wounded silence. But under Harry’s constant attentions he gradually opened up. He became oilier than usual, his knee nudging Harry’s under the table, his hand brushing against the green-eyed Gryffindor’s while reaching for utensils or an extra bit of jam or egg or sausage. Harry gave Draco’s hand a furtive squeeze under the table. He avoided looking at the sorcerer and answered the prince’s innocent questions in a light, bantering voice.
The prince was ecstatic. He probably thought Harry was responding to his affections and Seve – no, Snape must believe he was trying to be discreet by re-directing his attentions towards the blond prince. Neither of them seemed to notice anything unusual about Harry’s behavior.
Harry took a deep breath before implementing the next part of his scheme. He’d concocted a plan in the few minutes he’d had after overhearing that terrible conversation. It was desperate and crazy. But it would work all the better for having the element of surprise.
“Sir, may I ask you a question about that potion I brewed for you a few days ago? Something has been preying on my mind about it and I’d like your opinion.”
Draco frowned and Snape gave him a searching look. Harry flicked his eyes quickly in the prince’s direction. “Draco, you will go to the dungeon and finish the chore you neglected. You will have no help in this matter and I will know if you attempt anything magical.” Menace darkened his voice. “Do not cross me in this.” When Draco had gone, he gestured for Harry to follow him.
Harry ascended the stairs, his mind working furiously. If his latest chore was in the house, that would make it easier to find Draco – and slow down an escape. He’d have to see what would happen and adjust his plan accordingly.
When they were behind the closed doors of Snape’s room, the man swung around and pressed him against the wall. Hot lips pulled at Harry’s. The sudden attack startled the teenager; he didn’t respond at first and Snape drew back to stare at him in puzzlement.
“Harry, what is wrong?”
“You took me by surprise, is all. What if Draco were to come in?”
“He cannot enter my rooms without permission and I have never given it. Now where were we?” He dipped his head towards Harry’s again only to be stopped by a firm hand on his chest.
“Severus, I need to know…”
“Know what?” Snape growled. The sound caused shivers to race up and down Harry’s spine. But he recalled what he’d heard this morning and steeled himself against the sorcerer’s seductive powers.
“I need to know what my third task is.”
The sallow face creased in anxiety. “Harry, I can’t tell you that.”
“You must.”
“But if you complete the third task, you will leave this place. Isn’t that so?”
“I must leave it in any case, Severus,” Harry pointed out, swallowing. “I have one year of schooling to complete, starting in September. I can’t stay here.”
“Then stay until September!” Snape cried, his hands gripping Harry’s shoulders until he hissed. The grip relaxed a little but the sorcerer didn’t release him.
“I’d like to. But I left Ronald Weasley’s house with only a note for his parents and mine. My parents must be worried sick about me by now. I-it would be cruel for me to keep them worrying a day longer than necessary.”
“Don’t tell me that!” Snape spat. “Your parents were not on your mind last night. And they have each other. All I have…” He stopped talking, his face losing expression.
Harry was stunned. Did Snape mean what he’d…almost said? He sounded like he was trying to hide his anguish at losing him. In the face of such emotion, Harry’s certainty about this morning’s betrayal wavered. Would the man be so upset at losing him if he were nothing but an easy lay?
Then he thought of Draco and his resolution hardened. Naturally, if Harry left Snape would have only his little prince to play with. That’s all that was bothering this manipulative Dark Arts practitioner. Harry didn’t mean for him to have that satisfaction.
“I must know the third task. One school year isn’t that long. After I’ve left Hogwarts for good, what is to keep me from returning here?” There, that gave a hint that he would return without making it an actual promise. He’d learned his lesson about vows made without thinking.
The dark eyes still looked troubled. Finally Snape sighed. “I am not the most patient of men. Yet I can wait one year. In the meantime…” He tried to kiss Harry again.
“Severus. My task.”
Oddly enough, the sorcerer appeared almost sheepish. “You have already completed it.”
“What? I have?”
A reluctant smile transformed the normally sour expression. “You have tamed a Dark Arts sorcerer.”
Doubt warred with joy. He sounded so sincere. It was becoming more difficult with every passing word to hold on to his convictions that the man was playing him for a fool. “Then…I claim my reward.”
“And what would that be?”
He drew in a breath at the sorcerer’s expectant gaze. Here it was. Once he received his prize, he must act quickly lest his plan be discovered. Something in his chest clenched in panic at the thought of leaving this place where he’d been so happy but it couldn’t be helped.
“I wish a ring for my finger,” he stated without a tremor.
“A ring?” Snape whispered.
Harry nodded.
Joy flooded the man’s face, completely transforming it. “I have just the thing.” He cried, “Accio Gaunt’s ring!”
The closet opened. Then a flash of gold came flying through the door. Neatly snatching it out from the air, he presented it to Harry with a flourish.
Harry held up the bauble. It was a plain black stone with a very simple design scratched on it. It appeared to be a slit eye surrounded by a triangle. The stone was mounted in a plain gold setting over a golden hoop.
“I took this ring, along with the elder wand I carry, from a powerful wizard I defeated in battle,” Snape softly explained. “I thought it might carry magical properties. But it is merely a family heirloom that had been passed down from father to son. He begged me not to take it from him, that it had been a gift from his father. But this mad wizard had been engaged in potentially revealing crimes against Muggles; he had run the unpardonable risk of exposing us to their world. So I took great delight in wresting this jewel from him. Now…I give it to you.”
He slipped it on to Harry’s finger. Harry gasped as the circlet shrank to fit his finger snugly. In a panic, he clawed at it only to have Severus’s warm fingers close over his.
“Do not be alarmed. The ring can be pulled from your finger whenever you chose. I merely wish you to have it until a better one can be found.”
“A better one? What do you mean?”
Snape flushed, his lips clamping together, as though he’d said more than he meant to. “Never mind. Come with me to the fountain. We could make an afternoon there.” He moved closer.
“But…” Harry stopped short.
“But what? We have lingered far too long. I thought, with Draco safely tucked away, that we might spend this time together.”
Almost, Harry changed his mind. Snape did want him – for the moment. But what about later? No, he had to hold firm.
“All right. You should go first, though. Prepare everything. I’ll meet you there.”
“Why not come with me now?”
Harry lowered his eyes. “I want to get changed. I’ve been wearing the same clothes day after day. I know you don’t care for what I have on…”
“You’re right. You could be naked and I wouldn’t care,” Snape growled.
The heat was back in those obsidian eyes. Harry was treated to a smoldering kiss before he could avoid it. He embraced that lean form tightly, fighting back the tears behind his clenched eyelids. No matter that the man was treacherous to the core; he would miss this when he left.
“Let me change anyway, Severus. I want to make this special…for the both of us.”
Snape glowed and anguish twisted Harry’s heart again. He was treated to one fleeting kiss before the sorcerer parted from him.
Harry watched his erstwhile lover almost fly from the room. Then he ran to get Draco. He didn’t have much time.

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