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A Dare, Hell and Heaven	By : dropedonmyhead Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 8587 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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~Hogwarts Hell~

How he made it back to Hogwarts and into his dorm room, he didn�t know.

He found himself lying on his bed, staring at the canopy above, worrying. He didn�t even notice Ron and Seamus enter the room, nor the fact that they were both staring at him in triumph, until, Ron shook him from his self-torment.

�Time for dinner, mate,� Ron said as he rubbed Harry�s arm. �Come on, Harry, it�ll be alright. You�ll see.�

Slowly, Harry turned his head to look at his friend, �Why�d you do it, Ron?� Harry sighed.

�It had to be done, mate,� Ron said simply. �Now, come on, we�ll be late for dinner and you haven�t eaten since breakfast. Sides, you�ll see, I�m right in the end,� he said, grabbing Harry and pushing him out the door.

They made their way down to dinner, joining the rest of the Gryffindors. When they walked into the Great Hall, everyone, it seemed to Harry, stopped to stare in their direction.

�Oh, crap! They all know.�

He knew word travelled fast at Hogwarts and their argument in the Three Broomsticks had been overheard by quite a few of his fellow students.

�At least,� he thought to himself, with some comfort, �they don�t know what Ron dared me to do.�

Hermione shot Harry a worried glance as he sat across from her. �You Okay, Harry?� She asked, reaching out to touch his hand lightly. Harry looked up at her, but couldn�t answer. He honestly didn�t know himself.

Dinner appeared and everyone began to eat and talk. Everyone that is except Harry, his mind was too preoccupied for chit chat.

He played with the food on his plate, but ate very little. Harry looked up, glancing around the room absently. He found himself looking at the same person he always did, but to his embarrassment, he found that person looking back. He blushed and looked away. �Could that really be a look of desire?� He wondered inwardly. Willing himself to look up again, he found those same gorgeous eyes, which tormented his best dreams, still focused on him. He blushed more, feeling his face heating up; he quickly looked down at his plate.

�See, Hermione, I told you so,� he heard Ron say. His head shot up and he saw his three friends smiling at him like the cat who ate the mouse. He gave Ron a look of utter disbelief and contempt.

�Well, yes, Ron, I have to agree,� Hermione said seriously.

�What are you two talking about?� Harry scowled.

�I�m just saying, Harry, that I think Ron was right. Your secret crush does appear to have a crush on you, too,� she said very quietly.

Harry felt himself grow even hotter if that was humanly possible. He dropped his fork and tore from the Great Hall as fast as his legs would carry him, with the entire school populace, save three, wondering, what the hell has got into Harry Potter.

Harry didn�t sleep well that night. Besides his usual nightmares, a new one was added, a vision where one, Harry Potter, ended up heartbroken and alone.

He decided to give up on thoughts of sleep. In the early hours of the morning he got up, got dressed and went down to the common room to wait for breakfast. He�d do the homework he�d neglected in his confusion the night before. Though his mind was preoccupied, he found he could concentrate better without everyone staring at him.

When Harry sensed that it was late enough, he made his way down to the Great Hall, alone.

There were a few students and teachers already present as he walked in. He looked up and caught Professor Snape glaring at him. Harry put his head down not wanting to meet that gaze so early in the morning. He rushed to the Gryffindor table, quickly opening his Transfiguration book, he pretended to be studying.

He could feel a fare few eyes watching him. What had he expected, with the way he made out of the Great Hall the night before? Everyone probably thinks he�s gone completely mental.

Harry decided the best thing was to ignore everyone and focus on the book and his neglected breakfast. But, what he decided and what other�s decided for him, were two different things�.

Draco Malfoy showed up for breakfast before Harry�s friends and made a beeline right for Harry. �Is it true, Potter?�

�What�d you want, Malfoy?�

�Is it true that your friend Weaslebee has you on a dare?� Malfoy sniggered.

�That�s none of your business, Malfoy.�

�What is it, Potty? Come on you can tell me?� Draco teased.

�Get stuffed, Malfoy, and get the hell away from me!� Harry stood up, reaching into his robes.

�Mister Malfoy,� a stern voice called, �kindly find your way to your own table. I�ll not have you provoking Gryffindors this early in the morning.�

Professor McGonagall was moving swiftly up the aisle toward the two boys. Malfoy glared at Harry.

�Yes, Professor,� he said loudly then leaned in next to Harry�s ear �I�ll find out, Potter, don�t you worry. I will find out.� Malfoy stalked off to the Slytherin table.

�Great,� Harry thought, �that�s all I need.�

Harry sighed. The last thing he needed was a Draco Malfoy knowing his deepest secret.

�Mister Potter,� said Professor McGonagall, reaching Harry�s side, �are you all right, Harry?� Harry turned and stared at his teacher. She had a look of worry on her face and he groaned inwardly. �Yes, Professor, I�m � I�m fine,� he mumbled. She gently grasped his arm.

�Were you ill last night, Harry? The way you ran out of the Great Hall in the middle of dinner � well,� Harry cut her off�

�Oh, no, Professor, I wasn�t feeling well last night, but I�m better this morning.�

�Maybe you should see the nurse Potter?�

�NO!� Harry said rather loudly. �No, really, Professor, I�m fine,� calming himself.

She gave him a searching look

�If you are sure, Harry��

He nodded. �Well, alright but if you feel sick again you will report to Madam Pomfrey. Do I make myself clear?� she said sternly.

�Yes, Professor,� Harry grumbled as he flopped back down and attempted to return to his Transfiguration book.

The tables around him were soon filling with students getting ready for their day. Ron and Hermione had joined Harry and were tucking into their own breakfast when Harry felt a heavy hand on his shoulder. Glancing up, he blanched white.

Staring back at him with a curious look of concern was none other then the most dreaded teacher at Hogwarts, Professor Severus Snape. Harry felt faint and ill all at once. �Since when did Snape ever look at me like that.�

�Potter,� Snape said softly, far too softly for Harry�s comfort, �are you feeling alright?� He asked.

�Oh, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap,� Harry thought, �they really do think I�ve gone mad.�

�Err � um � err�� he stammered, �yes, sir,� he finally managed.

�You�re sure?� Snape inquired further.

�Oh, crap, just glare at me like you usually do,� Harry said to himself.

�Yes, sir, I�m sure, sir.� Harry looked down nervously.

Snape stood there for a moment with his hand still on Harry�s shoulder, forcing Harry to meet his eyes again. Harry couldn�t help himself, he blushed and turned away.

�Humph,� Snape grunted, at last removing his hand. �If something or someone is troubling you, Potter, you should feel free to come and talk to me.�

Snape turned and stalked out of the Great Hall in his usual bat like manner.

Harry looked up at his two friends, who looked just as shocked as Harry. �Oh, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap,� Harry said to himself all the way to his first class.

~Potions Hell

By lunch, Harry�s fears that the entire school knew of the dare, were confirmed. People were pointing and staring as he walked to his classes. He could hear them whispering� �I wonder what he has to do. It must be risky, he looks like shit.� Ron thought this was all terrifically wonderful. Harry, however, had to suppress the urge to punch Ron in the face.

They sat down to lunch, where, again, Harry didn�t eat much at all. Dean and Neville were both giving Ron, Hermione, Seamus and himself inquiring looks. They seemed to want to be in on the dare. But, the other three knew that Harry would flay them alive if they told another soul.

�So, Harry, when�re you going to do it?� Seamus finally broke the silence. Harry glared across the table at him menacingly.

�When I damn well feel like it, Finnegan, and not a moment before,� he barked back.

�And don�t you two go pressuring me either.� Harry pointed an accusatory finger at Ron and Hermione.

�I know what you lot are thinking and you�re wrong,� he said irritably. �I don�t care what you think you saw, you didn�t see it.� He slammed his fist on the table. �It�s my life you�re playing with and I won�t be pressured.�

Harry didn�t realise he had raised his voice until he noticed people looking in his direction. �Crap,� he said out loud.

Once again, Harry found himself fleeing from the Great Hall. This time people cleared a path. The look of anger on Harry�s face was enough to send everyone in the opposite direction. He stormed out into the court yard, making his way to his next class, dreaded Potions, with Professor Snape. He feared his day could not possibly get any worse then it was right now. He would be wrong�

Harry was already in class unpacking his kit when Ron and Hermione joined him. He refused to speak to or even look at either one of them. He didn�t care that they both seemed hurt and annoyed.

�Serves them right,� he thought. �Damn, match-making fools. Who the hell do they think they are anyway?�

His internal argument was short lived as the classroom door banged open abruptly and Professor Snape flew into the classroom.

�Your assignment is on the board as are the instructions. You will work alone and there will be no talking,� Snape sneered pointedly at Harry, Ron and Hermione. �Now, get to work,� he shouted, sitting down at his desk.

To Harry�s disappointment, they were making a very difficult Fire Protection Potion. This would require him to concentrate, which, of course, he was having difficulty with at the moment.

As best he could, he attempted to follow the instructions, hoping his distress would not be too noticeable. He was just adding the salamander blood, when his potion began hissing and sparking. Harry, Ron and Hermione backed slowly away from the table.

�POTTER!� Snape screamed, running forward and pointing his wand at Harry�s cauldron. �EVANESCO!� he shouted just before, Harry was sure, his potion blasted away half the classroom.

Harry backed up against the wall for support. He could feel his knees buckle. He was in for it now. He kept his eyes on his now not-smouldering cauldron, not daring to look up at his Professor.

�Potter,� Snape sneered �Tell me�.. have you completely lost your ability to follow a set of instructions? What kind of idiot are you? You nearly blasted me and most of your classmates into oblivion.� Snape stalked behind the worktable and grabbed the front of Harry�s robes.

�LOOK AT ME WHEN I AM TALKING TO YOU POTTER!� He bellowed into Harry�s reddening face.

Harry slowly raised his eyes to meet the angry glare of his Potions Master. �I � I � I,� was all he managed. He had only seen Snape this angry once before, when Harry had invaded Snape�s memories in fifth year during Occlumency lessons and Snape had thrown him from his office.

�What is wrong with you?� Snape spat. �Do you know what happens to this particular potion, Potter,� he leered, �when you add salamander blood before adding asphodel? DO YOU?� Snape was shaking Harry by the front of his robes violently, dragging Harry off his feet.

Harry felt himself shaking all over.

�N � no sir,� Harry said timidly, his eyes wide with fear.

Snape�s eyes flared dangerously. �You complete, moronic fool,� Snape breathed through clenched teeth. He then dragged Harry by the robes to the front of the class and threw him into his chair.

Snape began pacing back and forth, shooting fiery looks at Harry every few seconds, before turning to the class and screaming, �GET BACK TO WORK!� The entire class nervously went back to what they were doing, not daring to glance back to the front of the room.

Harry sat and watched his Professor. He had never seen Snape so agitated. Somehow, he realised that Snape was trying to calm himself down before addressing Harry again.

Finally, after an undeterminable amount of time, Snape approached Harry and placed one hand on each arm of the chair, trapping the young Gryffindor.

�What is wrong with you, Potter? And no lies, there is something going on that you are not telling,� he said obviously trying to appear calm.

Harry stared up into those black eyes, shocked by the sudden turn in Snape�s attitude.

�I � I can�t, I don�t� I don�t understand, Professor,� he stammered.

�Do not try my patience, Potter,� Snape snapped, his anger bubbling up again. �I know you are not so stupid as to make such a dangerous mistake,� he continued, obviously trying to keep his composure.

Harry was as uncomfortable as he could ever remember being. He was trapped beneath his most feared teacher, having a conversation he absolutely did not want to have�. with an audience present. The close proximity to Snape was making him extremely nervous, his mouth was dry and his eyes moist.

�I want to know, Potter, what has you so distracted. I want you to confess whatever it is, now, so that this will not happen again,� Snape snarled.

Harry couldn�t stand it, he had to look away from those damn, penetrating eyes. He turned his head slightly, only to have Snape grab him by the chin and force him to look back. Harry blinked back his tears, trying to remain in control of his emotions.

�I can�t,� was all he could muster as a single tear found its way down his cheek. Snape�s finger absently wiped it away, sending shocks through Harry.

�You can, Potter, and you will do so immediately, or so help me, Potter, I will�� Snape took a deep breath. �Please� Harry, just tell me who or what is troubling you.� Harry�s eyes went wide. �Did Snape just call me Harry?�

�I want to tell you, sir,� he whispered, �but, but I just, I just.�

�I can try to help you, Harry, just tell me what is bothering you.�

Harry didn�t know what to do. Tell Snape and face the consequences, or not tell Snape and face the consequences anyway. Either way, he was in trouble. He fought with himself for a few minutes then seemed to find his courage. �I � I � I mean, the � the trouble is, um� what I want to say is��

�Oh for Merlin�s sake, Potter, spit it out,� Snape growled exasperated.

Harry looked Snape directly in the eyes. He took two deep breaths and confessed. �I�m in love with you, sir.�

Snape�s eyes were locked with Harry�s for a moment; a curious fleeting emotion crept over them. Then Harry found himself shoved arse backwards on the floor, banging his head hard against the stone.

�YOU WHAT!� Snape screeched. The entire class stopped. Their eyes glued to the boy on the floor and the furious man.

�NO! NO! NOT NOW! NEVER MIND! KEEP YOUR DIM-WITTED MOUTH SHUT!� He bellowed as Harry�s opened his mouth to respond and quickly shut it.

Snape stormed over to Harry, grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and tossed him in the direction of the door.

�YOU. OUT. NOW!� He yelled, shoving Harry to the door.

Harry was in a state of complete shock, with a throbbing pain in the back of his head. He could not seem to move his feet properly. He stumbled over his robes, breathing heavily. He was being rejected, again. �Always rejected,� he kept thinking as he tried to move to the door.

�POTTER!� He heard Snape shout. �YOU WILL REPORT HERE, AT SEVEN SHARP, FOR DETENTION!� Harry looked back at his angry teacher, nodding he ran out of the door.

~The Pit of Hell~

Harry ran as far as he could possibly get from his Potion�s Professor. He ran and ran until he found an empty, unused classroom in the North tower. He slammed the door shut, locking it with magic.

He flung himself against the wall and slowly sank to the ground, bursting into tears as he banged back the back of his already sore head against the wall.

Rejected, again and again and again� Why was he so hard to love? Why? Why did the people he sought love from hate him or leave him? What the hell was the matter with him? He could hear himself sobbing uncontrollably.

Harry felt ashamed of what he was doing and why he was doing it. �You are so weak, Harry,� his inner voice told him. �No one will ever love you because you are ugly, stupid and weak...�

His mind was in complete chaos. He had thoughts of killing himself and thoughts of killing one, Ronald Weasley, as he let his grief and shame wash through his tired, aching, bruised body. He stayed locked away by himself for the rest of the day. He needed to be alone with his sadness and heartache.

Why had he listened to Ron and Seamus? His life was completely ruined. How was he going to face that cold, cruel man ever again?

Harry hadn�t felt this alone and dejected in a very long time. This was as bad as he had every felt at Number Four Privet Drive. Much worse even.

As much as he tried to calm himself he found he just could not stop the broken damn of pain and hurt. Quickly, he cast a silencing charm around the room. He gave over to the pain. Harry laid his head on the dusty floor and cried as he had never done before. The realisation that he was unlovable, a thing to be rejected by those he wanted to love, was too much for him.

Finally, after many hours and another missed meal, Harry got up off the floor straightening his robes. He wiped his face on his sleeve.

He had ceased crying hours ago and had just been lying on the floor, allowing his mind to wander through his painful memories. Harry took several steadying breaths, walking to the door he carefully opened it and looked around the corridor, making sure no one was there. He left the empty classroom and made his way to the dungeons for his doomed detention.

Nervously, Harry approached the Potion�s classroom, taking a gulp of air, he knocked on the door�

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