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Harry Potter and the Expert Potions Master	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 21308 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 11 - Trouble by the Owlery

Dear sir,

I feel very guilty that I haven't written to you for such a long time; I have been applying myself most carefully to my studies, and also, earlier this week, had to attend Dolores Umbridge's trial (as a witness). I don't know what your feelings were towards her, but anyone who was so relenting in her use of pink is not one that I could see having much in common with you. Anyway, she was found guilty and will by now probably be settling into Azkaban. I didn't like her, but I'm glad that the dementors no longer guard Azkaban. With Aurors there, it should be a punishment that people can survive. Not that I expect Umbridge, when she gets out, to have changed her mind about her actions – no doubt she will forever remain convinced that the wizarding world really would be a better place without Muggle-borns. I've just realised something, perhaps it was Hermione who turned Umbridge so thoroughly against Muggle-borns. Or maybe she would always have been a foul, prejudiced old toad. Who knows!

In Potions we've been focusing on Veritaserum and its antidote. Slughorn asked us all to brew Veritaserum last week and now we're waiting for it to mature. The antidote was something I have had to practice this week, which was quite difficult as I spent most of the week waiting around the Ministry. And I don't think they would have been too impressed had I begun brewing the potion there!

I considered what you said about taking OWLs and have been studying Muggle Studies, Arithmancy, and Ancient Runes. Muggle Studies is very easy, coming as I have, essentially from a Muggle background. Arithmancy is completely baffling but I'm not giving up on it. Surprisingly, I'm enjoying Ancient Runes, and not finding it too impossible to understand the different runic alphabets and translate using them.

One thing that has occurred to me is that we have 'Protego' as a general shield charm, but there doesn't seem to be a shield that can be cast around a person and protect them, like a cloak can be worn. Is there any way that such a spell could be possible? Could it be invented? I ask, as it would have made the final fight rather easier, and there would have been far fewer casualties. Also, if such a charm were possible, then it would be of use to Aurors now and in the future.

On a different subject, I hadn't considered my former girlfriend's actions in the light you suggested, however, I do see your point and am relieved to have removed myself from an awful situation. I haven't given any thought at all to any future girlfriend, and am so busy at school that haven't the energy to even look, even if I were interested at the moment! I don't imagine, once I finish my schooling, that my time will be any more available for relationships as I am still determined to become an Auror.

I assume, seeing as you have not returned to your post as Defence Against the Dark Arts, that you have no interest in teaching any more? The new Professor seems nice enough, from what I have seen of her around the school, and the other students speak positively of her.

If you have no plans regarding teaching, have you considered other things? For instance, are you thinking about becoming an Expert Potions Master? I only ask as I had an interesting conversation with the assistant in Mulpepper's at Diagon Alley, and she said that there was no current Expert Potions Master. It would be nice if there could be one.

Other than that, I hope your throat is healed now and your recovery is almost complete.

Yours,

Evans

Feeling better, Harry found Trouble and attached the letter. He noticed that several of the school owls were glaring at Trouble and Harry could well imagine that the little bird's antics had been less than appreciated by the relentlessly serious school owls.

Harry had been glad to return to Hogwarts on the Friday morning and immerse himself once again in his work. His only lesson that day was three hours of Ancient Runes in the afternoon so he bent his head to the notes Professor Babbling had given him in case he had missed this lesson. It was nice to feel slightly ahead. He had spent the Thursday afternoon completing his Transfiguration work, rubbing away a headache and rubbing away a cock ache when both threatened to derail his concentration.

He hoped that being back at school would curb his dick's tendency to play up, although, walking back from the Owlery, he again noticed (with an inward sigh of irritation) that he was aroused. Letting his mind wander he went down the stairs, imagination picturing a stern mouth around his shaft, long, clever fingers cupping his balls and rubbing slightly calloused skin on them to learn his texture and shape. He imagined long black hair tickling his thighs as he was pleasured. Stopping, Harry clutched the stone wall and drew a shuddering breath. His balls were aching and he longed to just release, but he couldn't here. He had to get back to the castle, into the Hufflepuff dorms and make sure he was alone. A groan spilled out of his lips as he pictured the long trek before he could ease the burning tension between his legs.

“Harry?” It was Ginny. She had been walking up the steps to the Owlery and he hadn't even noticed.

“Hi,” he said coldly, aware that the throb between his legs had diminished. He was deflating faster than a balloon caught on a Blast Ended Screwt.

“D - Don't be like that,” Ginny said softly, moving close to him, “I've missed you.”

“Oh? You've missed me? What exactly did you miss? That I was willing to 'fool around' with you but not marry you? That you've ruined my friendship with Ron? That your parents and all your brothers loathe me now? What have you missed, Ginny?” Harry was sarcastic and coldly furious. This woman had lied about him and wrecked his holiday, created an impossible situation so that he had to leave the Weasley home, had assaulted him and she had the gall to claim to have missed him?! He drew a few deep breaths, not trying to calm arousal, but this time to calm the urge he had to scream at her.

Ginny looked a little nervous that Harry had heard what she had told her family. “Did you want me to tell them the truth, Harry? That you could hardly stand to be near me? Would that have made them any happier?”

“At least it would have been true,” Harry snarled cruelly, “and they wouldn't have been lied to by a manipulative bitch!”

“How dare you?!” she shrieked, pulling an arm back to slap or punch him, but he dodged and this time really shouted, “You tried assaulting me before, and it didn't exactly go to plan then, so think carefully before you try anything that you might regret!”

“Assault you? When did I assault you?”

Harry couldn't see past the red narrowing his vision. “Last time I checked, ignoring what another person wants and just forging ahead to get what you want is a bad thing. When it involves physical contact, as your little stunt did, it's assault!”

Ginny laughed. “You really think I assaulted you? You're a Butter-butt!”

“A what?!”

“A deviant! A freak! A disgusting thing with filthy animal instincts! You don't want me, do you, Harry, or even any woman?”

Suddenly understanding what Ginny was accusing him of. “Hang on,” he began, reeling from the sudden turn the conversation had taken, “You're saying I'm gay?”

“Gay?”

“Erm, bent? Queer?” He struggled to think of a term that Ginny, from a wizard background, would understand, “You think I prefer men to women?”

“Well, you must!” Ginny was nearly crying now, “You couldn't even stand the thought of touching me, could you?!”

Brutally, Harry snapped, “Maybe I just don't like you!”

Leaving Ginny with tears starting to spill from her eyes, he turned and marched off, anger thrumming through him. That bitch! So because I didn't want her, I'm somehow some sexual weirdo?! How delusional can anyone get?!

As he swung his way towards the school he considered what he had written to Snape. Snape had been so right – Ginny was a danger. He stopped by the main doors and let his forehead rest against the carved wood searching desperately for his shattered calm. Thoughts of how Snape would react to what Ginny had said to him made him almost smile; Harry could see Snape in his mind's eyes, one eyebrow lifted, an “Indeed?” on his lips as he read Harry's news. He could see Snape's smirk, his dark eyes glinting with amusement at Ginny's nonsense.

Oh hell! Harry groaned internally, suddenly needing to find some privacy to relieve the ache that was threatening to drill a hole in his trousers. If he hurried, he would have time to release the tension he felt, change, and still have some time to grab food before going to Ancient Runes.

He wasn't too far from the Hufflepuff common room so scurried along there, hating the near constant arousal he felt. The last few weeks he felt that all he had done was get hard and try to ignore it. That had gone about as well as one might expect, and now he didn't even bother, he just quickly made his way to somewhere that would allow him the chance to gain the relief his body so desperately craved. Not even the shame of wanking over some poor luckless first year's bed could have stopped him, although he didn't go into the dormitories, instead the bathroom was his location. He rushed into a cubicle and hissed with release as the door swung shut and he slid his hand onto his cock inside his trousers.

Harry's head thumped against the wall as his eyes fluttered closed. Much as he would have liked to take the time to enjoy what he was doing, he needed to get this done, change and get some food before sitting down for three hours of Ancient Runes.

Unwilling to remove his grip, he used his other hand to awkwardly undo his fly so that he had more room to manoeuvre. His shoulders sagged as the tension that had curled in them before he had had his confrontation with Ginny finally began to be dealt with. Fingers nearly fluttering on his slick length he moved his palm swiftly up and down, hips thrusting helplessly at his own touch. A soft moan left him as he grimaced and released.

Wanting nothing more than to drift into sleep, he forced himself to zip up, leave the stall, wash his hands, then go to his bedroom to finish dealing with the mess of his climax.

His body tingled and he felt calm.

Ancient Runes went well (as it should, given that Harry had known what the lesson was going to entail!) but he couldn't set his mind to work after dinner so instead began another letter to Snape:

Dear sir,

Sorry to disturb you again so soon, but I have had a term used to describe me and, although I think I understand what it means, I don't understand where the phrase comes from nor how insulted I should be that it was used about me. It has also made me wonder some things about the wizarding community.

Ginny tried to entice me back today (even had she not assaulted me, I doubt I would have been very tempted) and when I made my distaste clear, she called me a 'Butter-butt'. I assume, from the rest of our argument, that that term relates to a wizard who finds his own sex attractive, rather than the opposite one?

Perhaps you know where the phrase originates? And how insulting is the term? Are we talking ''Idiot', 'Mudbl**d' or somewhere in between?

I found it intriguing that Ginny's rationale for my ability to walk away from her is that I must prefer men rather than that she is a horrible human being whom I have no affection for whatsoever.

Harry stopped, having run out of things to say, and tucked the letter into his cloak, ready to continue another time. He now felt able to tackle his Ancient Runes homework: Using the new alphabet given, translate the passage, include other possible interpretations of the passage. Once done, translate it using the Grecian Runes and compare the two translations. Which one do you feel is closest to the original text and why? What need one be wary of when relying on texts that have been translated for you?

Sighing, he pulled his textbooks towards him and began his work.
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