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Free Love	By : CubStyxx Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 32822 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Story Title: Free Love

Story Author: CubStyxx

Warnings: Abuse, Dom, Oral, Slash, Anal, Language

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Chapter Title: Reuniting and the Loses

Harry walked out of the convinence store with a bag full of goodies for him and his stash of emergency cash
depleted. He wasn't too worried about it, however, for he had plenty of money and he had needed the things in this
bag desperately. He sat down on the muggle bus station bench, though there would be no buses running at midnight.
He opened his bag of goodies and pulled out a glazed cake doughnut. He munched rather happily on three of these
and then pulled out a bag of Teryiaki beef jerky.
This he also happily munched on until the two bags were gone. He took a large drink of lemon-lime soda and
sighed, content for the first time in a long time. He pulled out a pack of Camel Frost and lit one of the cigarettes.
He finished it off rather quickly and threw away the bag. He tucked the pack of cigarettes and his lemon-yellow
lighter into his back pocket. He grabbed a hold of his soda and raised his right arm.
A bright purple bus suddenly came shuttling down the street and Harrry smirked. The Knight Bus was well known for
it's automatic response, a reputation that Ernie and Stan both tried to keep up with. The bus suddenly stopped next
to him and Stan gave him a smile.
"Good evening, Mr. Potter. What's your pleasure tonight?" This was said with a casual glance that tempted Harry
to tell Stan to meet him in bed. Once he had gotten rid of the pimples, he wasn't too bad looking and wasn't afraid
of just loveplay in the bedroom. There had never actually been anything too serious between the two men, they had
just given each other great pleasure without either one being penatrated.
"Stan, what would Rafe say to that look?" Harry gently teased the other man and Stan blushed in reply. Stan had
been in love with Rafe for years but the other man had never given him any sign that he wanted anything from Stan.
When word eventually got back to Rafe that Stan had finally gotten rid of the pimples and was exploring sex with the
same gender, however, Rafe had come running to Stan, pratically begging him to be his boyfriend. The two of them had
been going out for a little over a year now and things were still steady between them.
"He wouldn't approve and he asked me to marry him." Harry gaped at one of the only friends he had.
"On the way to the Leaky Cauldron, you will have to give me more details than that." Stan smiled in return and
led the way to an unoccupied bed. Ernie began to drive the bus while Stan and Harry conversed. Ernie, knowing that
the two of them could talk for forever without running out of things to say, made sure, without being told to, that
he had an empty load before he dropped Harry off a little after dawn. Stan and Harry exchanged hugs and Harry wished
him well for his relationship.
Harry waved to Stan as the Knight Bus drove out of sight and walked into the Leaky Cauldron. Tom, already starting
to open, glanced up and nodded to Harry, letting the younger man know that Tom needed a moment before helping him. Harry
sat down at an already set-up table and pulled out his smokes. He lit one with the lighter and heard a rusty chuckle, as
if the person laughing hadn't laughed in a long while.
"Shouldn't you get rid of that old thing?" George Weasly asked him from behind. Harry leaped up and hugged one of his
oldest friends. George rturned the hug with another rusty chuckle. Harry swooped his eyes over George quickly and found
himself worried. George had always been slim but he had now lost more weight than he could afford to. He had known that
George had taken the death of his twin hard, but this was much wose than what he had been expecting. George managed to
catch him looking at him. "I know, I know, I should eat more."
"I take it your mum had a few choice words about that." George nodded, flinching slightly in memory. "Well, I'll tell
you what. I won't say anything when you're around me but once and only if you don't eat something with me." George smiled,
knowing that Harry understood the situation better than anyone else.

"How do you always do that, my friend?" Harry raised an eyebrow in silent question. "Reading people in the blink of an
eye? Except Snape, that is?"
"Nope, I can read him too. He's actually easier than the rest of you lot, probably because I understand him better.
And in answer to your question, it's a gift that I've had since I was a baby and it has developed over the years, as I have
seen much more darkness than people acredit me for. Eat something with me, George?" George blinked rapidly, never quite
understanding why the younger man felt the need to answer some questions with brutal honesty and easy acceptance, yet he
wouldn't answer some of the easiest questions with anything but stony silence.
"Sure, but I don't know as if I'll eat all that much." He replied when he finally managed to untwist his own tongue.
Harry smiled up at him as he put out his cigarette. He then turned to face Tom, who had come up while they had been talking,
and explained his money situation. Tom gave him a toothless grin and accepted, in trust, that Harry would pay for breakfast
when he got the money from his vault.
"So, interested in anyone?" George smiled at the question, understanding exactly why Harry was so fascinated with everyone
else's love lives. His own sucked like hell and he wanted to see that love was possible between two people.
"Nope, no one's caught my eye yet." Harry sighed, wondering what anyone would have to do to make his friend see something
special in anyone. Unfortunally, even he, whose powers everyone viewed as endless and almight, could think of nothing to make
George see anything special in anyone. There seemed to be no one for him and that concerned Harry. There was a balance to
everything, so where in the bloody hell was George's opposite?
"Huh? Nobody, eh? Are you too picky, my friend?" George gave a hollow laugh, the sound echoing emptily and half-filled
with sarcasm.
"No, just nothing there." Harry sighed again but let the subject go, for a change. Those who knew him really well knew
that he rarely let go of anything, let alone when he was curious about it, but such was life and he knew it all too well.
"So what have you been up to?" Harry asked as their food arrived. The question and the meal led the way into a three-hour
conversation between them. By the time the two of them had finally said their good-byes to one another, Harry was bone-tired
and aching from sitting too long. He asked Tom for a top-floor room and assured him again that he would pay him when he got
into his vault.

Once he climbed the stairs and opened the door to his room, he unshrunk his trunk and then collapsed onto the bed. For
the first time in a long time, there was no dreams for Harry Potter, the Chosen One.

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Harry rolled over as he opened his eyes and cast a quick charm in the air, allowing the time to become a smoky substance
and floating in the air. Harry vaguely remembered going to bed at ten in the afternoon. It was now noon of the same afternoon.
Harry glared at the time, not taking the news lightly.
"Two hours." Harry growled without any true meaness hinted in the growl. He was used to having lest than four hours of
sleep a night, but that didn't mean that he had to like it. He sighed but got up and walked over to the bathroom.
He climbed down the stairs thirty minutes later, dressed in the same clothes he had worn last night but feeling cleaner than
he had in a while. He waved at Tom, allowing the other man to know that Harry was up and moving, and walked out to the backalley.
He tapped the bricks with his finger and they began to move apart to reveal the treasure that was Diagon Alley. He walked over to
Gringotts and entered the building. He glanced around and noticed a particulary grouchy-looking goblin wasn't busy. He walked over
and the goblin looked at him with barely-concealed disdain.
"Name?"
"Potter, Harry."
"Key?" Harry held up his key ring and all four of his Gringotts keys caught the sunlight, dazzling the surrounding humans,
but most of the goblins ignored the bright shine of gold. "Purpose?"
"Manager." The goblin blinked twice at Harry's reply and then asked him;
"Appointment?" Harry wanted to groan in exasperation but accidently lost his temper instead.
"Just tell him that the Heir of the Four is here and wants a word." the goblin's eyes widened and then he bowed, scapering
off to report to the manager. Harry gave a sigh of relief and then heard a cold drawl from behind him that he recognized all
too well.
"Interesting, Potter. It seems you've finally learned your true station." Harry sighed again but turned to face the pale,
blonde-haired young man behind him. Temper still frayed beyond repair, he snapped.
"You'd be surprised at what I've learned recently, Malfoy, but, then again, I don't have time to teach an incompent fool
of an asshole how thinks he's better than everyone else." Harry replied coldly and Malfoy's face flushed a light pink but,
before the paler boy could form a retort, the goblin came scampering back.
"If you'll follow me, please?" Harry smirked at the still pink Malfoy and turned to follow the goblin back to the manager's
office with a very pleasurable memory of Draco Malfoy flushed and speechless for a moment imprinted deeply into his mind.

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Draco stared after Potter for a long while, wondering at the other man. With the tongue-lashing he'd just recieved, Draco
would've bet that Potter had finally found the place he really stood at and not bothering pretending to stand anywhere else.
Draco turned to walk away and remembered Potter's smirk. Draco grimmanced in pain as he realized that Harry bloody Potter's
smirk would've put many Slytherin's to shame, outstretching them by at least three times. He came to another conclusion by
himself.

"Potter should have been in Slytherin."

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Harry followed the little goblin deep into the heart of the Wizarding World's bank. He felt himself wondering, as they descended
deeper and deeper, at the brilliance of this, after all, once done, he could never go back to who he had once been and the mask he
had so carefully built would be destroyed beyond repair. Before he could fully question himself, however, the goblin ushered him
inside an open office door.
Then the sound of a door closing became the sound of bars slamming shut in Harry's mind. One way in and only one way out.

CubStyxx- "Well, there's another chapter installed. I don't know if the word count's correct, I don't have Word anymore, so
it's just a rough guess. Also, I would like to thank everyone who had reviewed. Currently, that's two people."

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