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A/N: Chapter two at last! A lot of
people are probably upset with me for ending my other story, “Latent”, so soon,
and now posting THIS instead of the second part… however, “Core Pursuit” will
be up in due time! I’m sorry… please don’t kill me!
Chapter Two
~II~
Over the next week, Harry learned
more than in all of his six years at Hogwarts, combined. Sexually
speaking, anyway. Part of his ‘education’ occurred by merely watching
the twins, which, he found, was almost as good as participating. They left out
quite a bit- or so they said, he could only trust
their word- saying that they’d leave some
for Snape. And apparently, there were more dark, intense things that the man might enjoy… like
bondage… Harry’s mind was whirling by the end of the week. But
pleasantly so.
He had, at first, been worried
about what would happen to their relationship after having been so intimate.
However, he soon saw that nothing had changed. They were still just friends and
there was little or no awkwardness between them. This had relieved him to no
end.
Eventually, word of his sexual
preference got around the family and spread to the Order. Thankfully,
everybody- sans Ginny- was supportive of him, so there was no major conflict.
He knew that that would change, though, if he ever got together with Severus Snape.
He, Ron, Hermione, Fred, and
George boarded the train on September first and found a compartment together.
Harry grinned, realizing that a small part of him would miss the closeness he
felt with Fred and George, but he knew it would just be that much stronger with
Sn- Severus. ‘If I even
get him…’
“I know that look…” Ron said as
they sat down, “Stop doubting yourself, Harry! You
have to be confident.”
He smirked. “Nope.
Not confident. Confident is bad when
it comes to him. I’m going to drop my defenses this year, get rid of that false
confidence, and show him who I really am.”
“A terribly shy,
insecure, naïve little kitty-cat!” Fred laughed.
Harry bristled slightly, but
grinned and shrugged it off. He’d have to get used to people calling a cat. “I
never did thank you, ‘Mione. For
transfiguring all of my pants to accommodate the tail.”
“It’s no problem…” she said, but
he could tell something was bothering her.
“What’s wrong?” he sighed.
“You wore your robes to the platform! And a silly
stocking cap!” she said, “Do you think you can hide it? As soon as you get to
the Great Hall, you’ll have to take the hat off, so why put off the
inevitable?”
Harry grimaced. “The press was
there. I don’t know if you didn’t notice them, but… I figured on as much. I
didn’t want my picture in the news quite yet.”
“Oh! That was rather… smart of
you…”
“Don’t sound so surprised!” he
laughed, “I do think every once in a
while.”
“So, what else are you planning?”
Ron asked, “I want to be kept on the up-and-up. No surprises this year.”
“Er…
well, I got into NEWT Potions, so I want to do really well,” he said, “I actually read most of them book over the
summer. And I did my summer Potions
work.”
Hermione beamed at him. “I’m so
proud of you! Even if you do have ulterior motives.”
“If you can’t get into the man’s pants,” Fred stated, “Then he hasn’t
got a bloody pulse!”
George smacked him on the back of
the head. “You idgit! He
wants more than his cock! I swear,
sometime…”
Harry laughed.
“Aw man!” Ron groaned. “Now you’re going to make me look dumb, too?”
He sighed dramatically. “I guess I’ll just have to really try this year.”
“Especially since you’re the Head
Girl’s boyfriend,” George teased.
“Shit!” Hermione exclaimed, jumping
to her feet, “I’ve got a meeting to go to!”
She rushed out of the compartment,
leaving four very stunned boys
behind.
“Hermione just- swore…” Ron said.
Harry nodded. “It’s going to be a
strange year.”
They sat in the Great Hall later
that evening, tucking into the feast and talking about inconsequential things. Severus (as I will refer to him from hence forth) had yet
to make an appearance and Harry was getting rather antsy.
“You don’t think he bailed, do
you?” Harry said.
“No. He draws too much joy from
torturing his students,” Ron replied.
“What I’m wondering is why none of
the professors have made you remove your hat,” Hermione said.
“You could always make him,” George said, “Miss Head Girl.”
She glared at him.
“Maybe they haven’t noticed,” Harry
said hopefully.
The doors to the Great Hall
suddenly opened and none-other than the most hated professor in Hogwarts
entered, billowing robes and all. Harry held hiss breath as the man passed.
However, he stopped just as he reached the boy.
“Mr. Potter. Hats are against the
school dress code. Remove it,” he sneered, “And 20 points from Gryffindor. Miss
Granger, as Head Girl, I would have expected you to handle this. Another 20
points…”
He trailed off when he saw Harry
remove the hat. Two black cat ears were perched atop his head, amidst the
unruly dark hair.
“Is- something wrong, Sir?” Harry
asked quietly.
Severus
scowled. “The ears, as well, Mr. Potter. Remove them.”
“I can’t, Sir. They’re sort of-
attached,” he said, looking up at him. When he saw the classic scowl set firmly
in place, he recoiled, his ears flattening against his head.
“Is this some kind of joke,
Potter?” Severus snapped, “Is it a
glamour? Or perhaps it is Weasley brand?”
Fred grinned. “No, Sir. Not one of
ours.”
“Although that’s
a fantastic idea!” George said, “Would you want any royalties, Sir?”
He narrowed his eyes at them
before turning back to Harry. “How, then, did this happen?”
“I- had an
accident…” he replied, not wanting to elaborate further, “With- a spell.”
“What spell?” Severus hissed.
“Er… I
can’t say, Sir,” he said.
Severus’
eyebrow twitched in annoyance. “Detention, tonight at eight.
And another 20 points from Gryffindor.”
He walked away brusquely and Harry
sighed. “Detention already…”
“This’ll give you an early start,”
Fred whispered conspiratorially, “You can talk to him or something. Show him
that you aren’t your father. Remember? Your plan…”
He nodded, trying to regroup what
little hope he’d had in the first place. At fifteen minutes to eight, he left
the Great Hall after several encouraging pep talks and whispered ‘good luck’s.
He made his way to the Potions classroom quickly and knocked on the door.
Sever answered, surprised to see
the boy. “You’re five minutes early. I’m impressed. Well? Don’t dawdle in
hallway!”
Harry jumped and stepped into the
room, jumping again when the door slammed behind him. He thanked the heavens
for the robe to conceal what he knew to be a rather poofy
tail, at the moment.
“A bit nervous, are we, Potter?” Severus
sneered.
He kept his gaze trained on the
floor. ‘Thankfully, it’s the first day,
so there are no cauldrons to scrub…’ he thought, grinning. That seemed to
be the man’s favorite method of punishment. He jumped again when Severus spoke, and cursed
himself.
“Take a seat, Mr. Potter,” Severus said, leaning against his desk and motioning to the
nearest table.
Harry complied, still refusing to
meet his gaze.
“Would you care to tell me, now,
what spell you managed to screw up?” Severus asked.
“I really can’t, Sir,” he replied,
knowing even as he spoke that it wouldn’t be left at that.
“And why is that?” the man
snarled.
“It’s- a secret. I’d rather nobody
knew,” he said.
“Potter, if you don’t explain
yourself, you will have detention for
the rest of your natural born life!” Severus barked,
“And you will look at me when I’m speaking to you!”
Harry looked up immediately and Severus almost gasped at the unguarded, vulnerable look in
those deep green eyes.
“What spell did you use?” he asked
again, though with significantly less malice.
Harry sighed. “Can you promise not
to tell anybody?” ‘That was a stupid
thing to say…’
Well, that was unexpected. However… “That
depends on what it is.”
Harry stood and transformed into a
cat for a moment, before reversing the transformation and resuming his human
form. “My first attempt was- interrupted- and I got stuck like this.”
Severus
simply blinked for a moment before he regained his composure. “You are
unregistered, I assume?”
He nodded, his gaze dropping to
the floor again.
“Why do you wish this to remain a
secret?” Severus asked.
“The less Voldemort
knows about me, the better,” he replied.
“I see… then I suppose I will keep
your secret,” Severus said.
Harry looked up and smiled
brightly. “Thank you, Sir.”
Momentarily caught off guard, Severus gave him a small smile of his own. However, as soon
as he realized it, the mask was firmly back in place. “Do not thank me, Potter.
I merely see the wisdom in keeping this information from the Dark Lord. Do not
presume that I, like the rest of the world, will hold you above the rules.”
Harry sighed. He’d been so close
to getting past those damned walls! Although… he had gotten a smile. And he
reveled in that small victory. He figured he might as well push his luck…
“Sir?”
“Yes, Potter?” Severus snapped.
“I want to apologize,” he said.
Another unexpected move… what had
gotten into the boy? “For what, exactly? Besides wasting my time, of course.”
“For fifth year… when I looked
into your pensieve…” he replied quietly, looking at
the floor again, “I had no right. I invaded your privacy in the worst possible
way, and- I’m sorry.”
He heard a sharp intake of breath
at the mention of the incident and braced himself for the worst.
“You think an apology is going to
make it all go away?” the man snarled, “A simple ‘I’m sorry’ and we’ll be the
best of friends? You are just like your father, expecting-”
“I’m not.”
“Excuse me?” Severus
hissed.
“I’m not my father,” he repeated, a little more quietly, “My father was
a bully. He was arrogant, and he was mean… in
fact, I wouldn’t doubt if he did strut.
But I’m nothing like him.”
Severus
scoffed. “How do you figure that,
Potter?”
Harry looked up quickly, and again
Severus was taken aback by his eyes. “Would my father
have trusted you with important, potentially detrimental, personal information?
Did my father ever apologize? For any of the things he did to you? I may
look similar to him, and I may have his name, but I am not him. I just wish you could see that.” He sighed, feeling suddenly
very tired. “May I go, Sir?”
“You are dismissed,” he said, watching
the boy practically run from the room. He had given the man a lot to think
about… Severus retired to his quarters and pulled out
his half-empty bottle of Firewhiskey, pouring himself
a glass. He sat in front of the fire, going over the night’s events in his
head. They had made sense, and- as much as he was loathe
to admit- he had been… right.
Harry was not James. He was possibly the farthest thing from James. In the years that he’d taught the boy, he’d never once
seen him pick on another student. In fact, the only time Harry got into
confrontations, was when they were instigated by Draco
Malfoy. He was brave- almost obstinately so- and
ridiculously kind-hearted… he was much more like his mother.
Severus
cursed himself for having been so blind. Years of hostility and anger- and now
he just felt foolish. “Great…” he said to himself,
“Now I’m going to have to apologize.”
Harry got back to the dorms at
about nine and promptly collapsed onto the sofa.
“That bad?”
Ros asked.
Harry grinned. “Not really. I surprised
the hell out of him a few times, apologized to him, lectured him, and-
somewhere in all that- I actually got him to smile. You have no idea how much younger he looks when he smiles.”
“So, why do you look so
exhausted?” Hermione asked.
“Because it was bloody
terrifying!” he laughed, “You try confessing shit like that to Severus Snape, and
we’ll see how you come out of it.”
She smiled. “Not half as well as
you, I suppose.”
“So, are you and him all
buddy-buddy, now, or what?” Fred asked as he and George flanked him on the
sofa.
“Ha! Hardly… but I think I gave
him quite a bit to think about,” Harry said.
Fred grinned, draping an arm
around his shoulders and massaging one of his ears. “Poor kitty…”
Harry began purring, far too
content to be annoyed at the comment.
George kissed him lightly. “Don’t
worry. You’ll get him. It’s only day one.”
“You’ve still got- what?- nine months?” Fred stated.
“Thanks, you guys…” Harry sighed,
“I don’t know what I’d do without you four…”
“Merlin!”
Ron said, rolling his eyes, “He’s like their bloody pet!”
Hermione giggled. “I think it’s
rather sweet.”
“So it’s true, then?” Seamus said,
practically skipping over, “That Harry Potter’s branch bends toward boys?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Ron said, waving him
off, “But he’s a bit preoccupied at the moment.”
Seamus grinned. “Nice ears, Harry.
Where’d you get ‘em?”
“They’re permanent,” he said,
continuing to purr when Fred moved his hand to the other ear.
“Really?”
Neville asked, intrigued, “How’d that happen?”
Harry only mumbled something incoherently
in response.
“Well, if he ever gets out of
hand, we know how to subdue him right quick!” Seamus said, laughing.
“It’s not a trick,” Fred snapped.
“And you’d better not touch our
kitty…”
“Or we’ll have to hurt you.”
Seamus smirked at them. “I don’t see
a collar. What if I mistake him for a stray?”
Hermione and Ron gaped at them.
“He’s not a real cat!” she exclaimed, “He’s still a human being and he’s still Harry!”
“We were only kidding, ‘Mione,” Seamus said, “Jeez. I’m not a rapist…”
She sighed. “I know. I just don’t
like you talking about him like he’s a possession.”
Harry looked over at her and
smiled mischievously. “No… I think a collar would do just fine…” He took off
his belt and transfigured it into a black leather collar with a silver tag that
had ‘F&G’
engraved in it. He placed it around his own neck, winking at them. “If all else
fails, jealousy is a nice fall-back.”
They grinned at him. Except for
Seamus and Neville, who had no idea what he was talking about.
Fred placed an anti-chafing charm on the collar and smirked.
“I think it’s about time for
kitty, here, to be getting to bed,” George said.
“Yes, he’s had an exhausting day,
haven’t you, kitty?” Fred added.
Harry smiled sweetly. “Kitty has
claws… don’t you remember?”
“Hmm… I think I do, but maybe you
could refresh my memory some night,” George teased.
“I remember!” Fred exclaimed,
wincing at the memory, “Fucked my back all
up!”
Harry laughed, sliding off of the
sofa. “Goodnight, everybody.”
He went to bed in a much lighter
mood. He was more determined than ever to make Severus
his, and he would use every ounce of Slytherin
cunning he possessed to get him.
~II~
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