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The Boiling Point	By : lundbera Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 9770 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Hey Guys! So a couple people asked about when my updates were going to be…I am planning on another chapter every 2-3 days, depending on my mood/school/work, it will probably be a week at most. I know I just posted this today, but I got excited about the story and I am sure most of you won’t complain about another chapter so soon ;) Hope you guys like, and remember: Reviews are like candy to me! Om nom nom

Severus stormed up to Dumbledore’s office, anger and frustration puckering his normally stoic face. Students jumped out of his way and fell to silence in his presence, but stared curiously after him. What could have the bat in such a foul mood?

   “I heard it had to do with Harry Potter,” Atterby Smithens, a 3^rd year Ravenclaw, gossiped to his wide-eyed friends. “I heard he blew up a cauldron or something. Everyone was talking about it.”

   “I blow up cauldrons all the time” Zachary Dunsby, a 2^nd year Gryffindor with a reputation for mischief commented in a bored tone. “He probably made a comment about the length of Snape’s broom stick or something, if you know what I mean.” Giggles erupted from the group as they walked into their next class

      It was the same around the castle, and everywhere Severus went he seemed to hear whispers about him and Potter, as if everyone didn’t talk about the loathsome brat enough as it was. He could feel the stares on his back, and it made him paranoid. Who knew which of these children had parents as death eaters? The accident and strange cocoon of light would undoubtedly make it to the ears of You-Know-Who, and what then? What if the Dark Lord managed to find some sort of a connection? He didn’t doubt that his insane master had heard about fate stones before, for as rare as they were, the man’s knowledge was impressive. However, the stones were so few throughout history and each reaction was so different that he thought that it was fairly safe to assume that the Dark Lord would not recognize the bonding for what it was.

      Severus pulled himself from his thoughts when he realized he was standing in front of the stone guardian to Dumbledore’s office. “Candy Canes” he grunted, clearly unhappy to have to say the phrase.

“I’m sorry dear, I didn’t quite catch that. Say again?” the gargoyle squinted at him in a manner that reminded Snape of an elderly woman. The gargoyle had been undergoing some personality problems ever since it had taken one of the Weasley’s fireworks to the head.

      “You are not an insipid old lady. You are a gargoyle. Candy Canes.” Snape added after a moment of intense scowling.

“Well, aren’t you rude!” the Gargoyle appeared flustered, but it begrudgingly moved aside.

“Severus, my boy! I expected I would see you soon. Rumor has it that something happened between you and Mister Potter during a potions lesson.” Albus hummed happily and reached for a container on his desk.

“Hot Tamale, Severus? They are quite good, I assure you. Fawkes is positively addicted, I swear!” he peered good-naturedly at Snape from behind his glasses.

“No.” the Potions master dropped into a chair before burying his face in his hands. “It was a fate stone. It appeared in Potter's cauldron after he botched a potion.” He groaned out, his voice muffled.

“Well, that’s wonderful!” Albus grinned, popping ahot tamale into his mouth. “You know,” he paused thoughtfully, “Grindelwald and I had one appear before us.

Severus looked up, shocked. This was not common information. Historians had suspected that something like that had happened, but no one had ever confirmed it. “I did not know that.”

“Few do,” Albus winked. “It was a beautiful blue stone, with purple veins. I remember the feeling of absolutely needing to touch it; the both of us did. We developed a sort of telepathy, but it was based on feelings and emotions rather than words. I think that might have been due to the fact that we already said everything to each other, and the only hindrance between us was not sharing our emotions.”

Severus blinked in surprise, and hoped that He and Potter might develop a similar sort of bond. To not worry about the boy knowing his every thought would be a great thing indeed. “What were the other effects?”

“Hmmm” Albus mused, sucking on a hot tamale as he thought. “Our powers were able to combine for a short while, making spells that were previously impossible quite simple. We were both exhausted after, mind you, but it was a delightful ability. We could also use each other’s wands just as well as our own. And we were insatiable for each other.”

Severus, who had previously been nodding along politely, felt his jaw drop. “You what?” he asked hoarsely, praying that Albus meant it in a different way.

“Oh yes, we had quite the sexual appetite for each other. We were both attracted to each other, but neither of us had the courage to initiate anything,” he shrugged, as if it were an unimportant detail, “but after we could feel each other’s emotions, it was as if everything we felt towards each other was heightened, and we, oh what’s the phrase? We fucked like bunnies.” He finished brightly, seeming to enjoy the shock on Severus’s face. “Come, come now my boy, surely you didn’t think of me as an old virgin did you? I had quite the fun when I was your age. I remember this one time I—Severus? Where are you going?”

“This conversation is over.” Severus quickly crossed the room and slammed the door. Albus just chuckled and grabbed another tamale. He just couldn’t resist getting a rise out of the poor boy.

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Elsewhere in the castle, Harry was being comforted by his friends.

“Harry,” Hermione began hesitantly, tucking her bushy hair behind one ear. “I’ve heard of fate stones before. They have never harmed a wizard—they’ve only increased their strength from what we know. Maybe…this is how you are supposed to defeat You-Know-Who? I need to go to the library. Maybe there is some way to reverse the process. ”

      Ron glanced at his friend’s desolate face before rolling his eyes at Hermione’s determination to solve everything with literature. “Yea, er, I mean. The greasy git sucks but it’s not like you are bound to him by marriage or something, right? You can still be the wizarding world’s number one bachelor!” he grinned, and Hermione tsked.

“Only you would be thinking of this sexually, Ron.”

“Nah, men just have needs ‘Mione. You wouldn’t understand.” The ginger boy smiled roguishly at her.

“A man, are you?” Hermione huffed indignantly, “I don’t know Ron, from the way Lavender talked it seemed like you didn’t know what you were doing.”

Ron’s face abruptly turned red, and he shot back “yea? Well at least I have some actual experience. Not everything can be learned from a book, you know.”

To Harry and Ron’s surprise, Hermione’s cheeks tinged with pink. “It’s an educational subject that is severely lacking at Hogwarts! I merely wanted to educate myself!” she sputtered, and the boys’ mouths dropped in shock.

“So…what’d you learn?” Ron leaned forward interestedly.

“Nothing!” Hermione squeaked. “I’m going to study!” She hopped up and quickly shoved her books back into her bag before scurrying from the room.

Ron and Harry shared a look before they both burst out laughing.

“I think I know what type of book to get her for birthday” Harry’s eyes twinkled mischievously.

“Just get her ones with moving pictures, yea? And make sure the men in it aren’t hung like horses or anything, she’ll start thinking that sort of thing is normal.” Run grinned, running his fingers through his hair.

      Harry stared into the fire and his grin faded as memories of the day came to the forefront of his mind once more. Ron sighed and patted his arm in a consoling manner. “You’ll get through this Harry. You always do” he said quietly.

“Ron?” Harry asked distractedly, “What time is it?”

“Eh? About 7:40, why?”

“SHIT!!” Harry scrambled up, cursing himself for forgetting his dungeon date with Snape. “I have detention with Snape tonight! Fuck!”

Ron grimaced sympathetically. “Good luck buddy,” he called as Harry shot through the portrait hole.

Harry raced through the castle, and Peeves, sensing he was in a hurry, decided to chase him with chalky erasers.

“Potty wee potty you run away! Potty wee potty it’s time to play!” He cackled madly, pelting Harry and covering him with a white, chalky substance as he pelted him with the erasers.

“LEAVE ME ALONE YOU DICK!” Harry yelled, sending a curse over his shoulder which missed. He didn’t even know if he could curse peeves, he was running late already and the stupid poltergeist wasn’t helping any.

Students laughed as Harry went by, and some groaned sympathetically. Being chased by Peeves was never fun. The Boy-Who-Was-Covered-In-Chalk-Dust ran into the potions classroom and slammed the door shut behind him. “FUCK YOU PEEVES!” he swore, screaming at the wood.

“My, such language.” A dark, velvety voice interrupted his yelling. “Twenty points from Gryffindor for having such a poor vocabulary and for playing with Peeves when you are late for detention”

Harry hunched his shoulders, irritated with himself for forgetting that Snape was there. He marched resolutely over to the rows of cauldrons filled with hippogriff vomit—just as Snape had promised earlier.

“You may not use any magic. Your cleaning supplies are on the desk. You may leave when you are finished. I want them shining, Potter. I suggest you get rid of that abysmal powder all over your person before I make you clean my floor as well.” Snape stalked over to his desk and sat down. Harry expected him to pull out something to grade, and was surprised when he did not.

A sweaty, degrading twenty minutes later, and Harry turned around to see those strange black eyes glittering at him intently.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than to stare at me, sir?” Harry asked sarcastically.

“No.” Severus shrugged, crossing his arms. “I am making sure you remove the vomit properly.”

Harry turned away from his insufferable professor and attempted to focus on the task in front of him.

“Ugly Git” Harry thought unhappily.

“What did you just call me?” The potion master’s voice was soft, and deadly. “Fifty points from Gryffindor.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Harry burst out, bewildered. He hadn’t, had he? He had just thought it. He was sure of it…”Oh no…no.” Harry groaned, plopping down in a desk near him. His knees trembled. This wasn’t happening. Snape wasn’t in his head.

      Severus watched the boy carefully, and thought about the tone of the insult. It was soft, and almost distant, like a whisper. “You…thought it” Severus didn’t ask it as a question, but more as a reaffirmation. “Shit.”

Harry glanced up at that, surprised to hear the normally stoic teacher swear.

“Twenty points from Slytherin for poor language” he thought smugly.

Severus’s eyes snapped open and shot him an irritated glance. “Control your thoughts, Potter.”

Harry’s mouth dropped open. Snape could hear his thoughts. Oh, my God. Snape could hear his thoughts. Merlin’s hairy balls. He saw his Professor’s lip curl, and suddenly, he could hear it. It was quiet, but Snape’s voice was inside his head, grouching about his father and how the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, and how unfair it was for him to be bonded to the Golden abomination and hadn’t he had enough trials yet in his life?

“Shut up! I’m not my father!” Harry yelled, and sprang to his feat, chest heaving with anger. “You think I want to be stuck with you? You think I want to hear your thoughts? You probably perv on Lucius and Draco all the time! I don’t want to hear it!” Harry covered his ears, and stormed to the back of the classroom.

“How dare you, impertinent brat!” Snape hissed furiously. “I do not think of my students that why, you loathsome creature. You dare even suggest that? Get out of my sight!” he roared suddenly, flinging a quill in Harry’s general direction.

      “Fuck you!” Harry yelled in his mind but outwardly, he fumed silently as he picked up his bag. Snape groaned and tried to organize the chaos in his mind. He could still hear Potter’s thoughts, rampaging and cursing. In Harry’s haste, he didn’t see the desk in front of him and he tripped on the leg spectacularly, and in scrabbling for purchase he succeeded in bringing the chair and desk down around him.

Snape stared, and after a moment a snort escaped him. “You are lucky we do not teach dance here, Potter. I am quite sure it would be your worst grade, even below potions. How you manage not to maim yourself on a daily basis is beyond me. Perhaps if the Dark Lord invested in more furniture you would not be so lucky, hm?”

“S’not funny” Harry’s muffled, embarrassed groan rang out from under the clutter. His glasses hung the side of his head, and other than a banged up knee he seemed to be okay.

“God, life sucks.” Harry pushed himself off the floor and righted the desk and chair before dusting himself off, coughing a little from where the excess chalk puffed up.

“Our first agreement.” Snape thought, and Harry briefly met his eyes. A hesitant smile touched on Harry’s lip, which lasted only fleetingly before Snape snapped, “What? Do you want me to make a scrapbook of it? Get out of here, Potter.”

Harry shook his head and left the dungeons, and Snape, behind.
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