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Blood Quill Consequences	By : EarthandWater Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 31160 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter List
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WARNING: Violence, torture, death, cuddling, oral sex, bashing of Valentine's Day.
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A corpse pale hand stroked the massive head of a humongous snake and an icy cold voice hissed into the room. "Bring them in." Cold red eyes watched as Crabbe and Goyle Srs. brought their sons in, shackled and shoved them to their knees in front of him. He eyed them disdainfully as they quaked and bowed their heads before him on the ground. then he turned his gaze to the elegant blond man standing in the shadows near his throne. "Lucius, remind me again of why these two are here?"
"They are here because they went on a powertrip in the hallways of Hogwarts my lord." Lucius raised a silvery blond eyebrow in contempt. "Nothing wrong with that but these things were stupid enough to get caught, bested by a Gryffindor no less." He rubbed a gloved hand of the silver snake head on his cane. "I don't really think it was a fitting way to pay tribute to you or further our plans my lord."
"Ah yessssss, now I remember. You attacked the Parkinson girl." That pale hand lifted from petting Nagini and tapped a finger on the arm of his throne. "Because, if memory serves, she kept you from using the young Slytherins to sate yourselves." The lipless mouth curved in a savage smile. "Your actions may well have turned Parkinson from my cause as well as alienated those from which I would gain my future followers. Have you anything to say for yourselves?"
Both boys remained silent and trembling and, though he normally enjoyed such a sight, he wanted to hear them squeal for mercy. "Speak pigs! Crucio!"
Screams echoed in the chamber as the teens writhed on the ground like the worthless worms they were. Crabbe Jr however managed to gasp out a weak please just before the curse ended. He panted painfully. "P-please my lord. Draco was gone, s-spending all his time with P-P-Potter and his mudblood. We didn't have anything else to do."
Lucius’ hand tightened on the cane but his face remained impassive except for his standard sneer. “So because my son wasn’t there to govern your every move, you decided to have some fun…Not caring about the Dark Lord or that you might be causing problems for his grand plan. Excuse me but I am not impressed.”
Inside though Lucius wasn’t nearly as calm, what was Draco doing cavorting with the enemy? Did it have something to do with that silly cow’s disappearance? This was not good, Lucius couldn’t afford to get on the Dark Lord’s bad side.
"You had nothing else to do?" Voldemort stoked a finger along his wand.
Crabbe kept his gaze firmly on the floor. "Y-yes my lord. We couldn't go after the Gryffindors while Draco was with them."
"So instead you went for my Slytherins? You attacked and hunted from the pool of my future army out of boredom?!" It was obviously not meant to be answered as the Dark Lord immediately cast Cruciatus after Cruciatus on both the boys until Crabbe bit through his tongue and choked on the meaty flesh as his body tried to inhale. Goyle watched his best mate flail about, desperately trying to breathe until he could only twitch and then fell into utter, deathly stillness.
"You, look at me."
Goyle raised his shaking, terrified gaze to the Dark Lord's.
"Explain Draco's absence and pray," Voldemort reached out to pet Nagini again, "That I find your information sufficient to allow you to live."
The teen immediately began babbling out about Umbridge, the TA positions for Potions and DADA, and how soon after receiving the position of Potions TA and being tutored in Muggle Studies by Granger, Draco began sneaking off and spending time with Potter and Granger. "H-he didn't even p-pretend to keep bullying others after," he glanced at Lucius, "a-a-after L-Lady Malfoy disappeared."
Oh how Lucius wished he could bring his cane down on that squealing little piggy’s head and silence him forever. It was enough of a humiliation that Narcissa had disappeared without a trace, taking several of his most prized artifacts with her. He did not need to hear about his son cavorting with the enemy. It wouldn’t surprise him though. Draconis had always been a mama’s boy, always been weak.
“Are you sure he’s not doing it to get close, to turn on them when they trust him?” He asked in a superior voice. “And you said that Potter is the Defense Against the Dark Arts TA, working with Snape?” Lucius turned to the Dark Lord. “I wonder why this has not come up in Snape’s reports.” Lucius felt the heat and thought it best to turn the flames on another. Better Snape be in trouble than him.
The Dark Lord slid a quelling glance at Lucius, easily recognizing what the pureblood was getting at but not particularly caring. He looked back on the quivering pile of pathetic coward on his floor. "Speak boy. Answer Lucius for he is very much your better."
Goyle shivered. "Y-yes. Potter was assigned to be the DADA TA under Professor Snape. E-every night he and D-Draco would go to S-Snape's office t-to make lesson plans b-but Draco always l-left before P-Potter did a-and every few nights P-Potter had Remedial P-Potions with Professor Snape, a-alone."
Voldemort glared at the boy kneeling before him. "So you are saying that my Potions Master has had ample opportunity to deliver Potter to me and yet he has not done so."
"I-I-I suppose m-my lord."
The snake-like man looked over at Lucius. "Return to Malfoy Manor. I will summon Severus in a few days time, be prepared to welcome him."
A cold, cruel smile twisted Lucius beautiful features and he sunk down on one knee, kissing the snake ring on the Dark Lord’s right hand. “Everything will be ready when he arrives my lord. I can’t wait to entertain my old, dear friend.”
Lucius rose again and turned on his heel with billowing, velvet robes. He would deal with Narcissa and Draco in due time, first he would have some fun.
The Dark Lord returned his attention to Goyle junior. "As for you, you've earned yourself a small measure of mercy."
The boy looked up in hope, just in time to hear the words of the Killing Curse and see the green light flash.
"Your mercy was not to suffer in death." Voldemort addressed the two men left in the room, who hadn't made a single move to save their sons. "Clean up this mess. Come Nagini my pet." He strode from the room to brood on how to handle the situation with Severus.
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Severus had dismissed the last Potions class of the day, gratefully as he was not particularly keen on continuing to teach the group of romance obsessed teenagers who wanted to know about love potions. Honestly, with Valentine's Day three days away he was being driven barmy by all the attempts to sneak love potion ingredients from his cabinets. He set about straightening his classroom when suddenly he gripped his arm, hissing in pain as the mind-numbing burn of a summons came from his dark mark. When the brief searing ended he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He should have known it was too good to be true, going such a long time without being called to the Dark Lord's side. He immediately left the classroom and headed towards Dumbledore's office, his cold expression and bad tempered strides making students scurry out of his way. He rolled his eyes at the candy code word of the week as a matter of course and strode in calmly. "Headmaster."
“Oh Severus, come in, come in.” Dumbledore sat by his desk going over some papers. Hundreds of pink, white and red hearts fluttered around the office like butterflies, a very clear proof that Valentine’s Day was right around the corner. “What can I do for you?” Albus looked up over his glasses, seeming more cheerful and like himself than he had during Christmas break.
Snape swatted a heart that tried to make a beeline for his cheek aside. "I've been summoned." The unconscious hand on his arm made it clear exactly what he was referring to. "I need you to arrange substitutes for Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts should it be a long summons." His expression flickered as he was reminded of what a long summons usually meant. Pain, and a lot of it. "Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter already have the lesson plans for the classes so there shouldn't be any disruption in the students’ learning."
"Very well, I will see it done." Dumbledore laced his fingers together under his chin. "Voldemort has been calm and quiet for some time now, I wonder what he's up to." His blue eyes locked on Snape. "I know I say this every time but be careful Severus." Albus knew that Snape had been doing this for fifteen years but he still worried, it would be a horrible blow for the cause to lose their greatest spy and Dumbledore cared about the potions master, they had known each other for a long time.
"Of course Albus." Snape inclined his head. He wasn't about to share the fact that he intended to be even more cautious this time as he finally had something, someone to return to. "I must arrange a message for the TAs and the substitutes. If you'll excuse me?"
"Yes, yes go ahead, I will secure the substitute teachers too. Good luck Severus." Dumbledore nodded and made a shooing motion with his hands towards the door. "Go get everything ready and feel free to stop by before you leave if you have the time." One lone heart had managed to attach itself to Snape's hair and Dumbledore thought it looked strangely endearing, he was not about to tell Snape that a red heart rested there.
"I doubt I will," a very delicate pause, "have the time that is. Good day Albus." He nodded to the headmaster and strode out the door. Used to stares though he was, the startled gawking in the corridors that he drew had him raising a brow. Once within his quarters he looked down at himself and ran a hand over his face to see if Albus might have cast some farewell joke of a charm on him but there was nothing out of the ordinary to be found. He put it from his mind and went to his desk, composing messages warning the substitute professors, whomever they might be, that the course lessons were set down and to be handled by Malfoy and Potter and that they, the professors, were there only to assign or take away points or handle any misbehaving carrier monkeys. If they attempted to interfere with the lessons planned, they would face his displeasure.
He also composed a message to Draco, letting him know simply that he was 'attending to outside business' and wouldn't be here for at least one day, likely longer. He knew his godson would understand the message. Then he sent a short missive to Harry, only asking him to come down to the dungeons.
Harry got the message and wrapped Anguis around his neck and waved goodbye to Ron and Hermione who he had been studying with in the common room. He knew he could have left Anguis with them and that she would have been safe but he liked her company. Harry was used to people staring at him, something that happened even more now that he walked around the corridors with a snake wrapped around his neck but he did his best to ignore the eyes that followed him.
He got down to the dungeon and was let it by the portrait without question. Harry made his way inside. "You wanted to see me." Snape turned around and Harry felt a smile spread over his features. A small red heart fluttered in Snape's hair just above his temple and the other looked unbelievably cute. Harry walked forward and carefully untangled the heart and held it on his fingertip. "This for me?"
A disgusted noise came from the back of the man's throat. "Albus's bloody Valentine's decorations." He flicked his wand at the heart and had it poofing into oblivion, lifting a brow at Harry. "Why settle for an imitation when you hold the real thing in your hands? Tiny, black, and shriveled though it may be."
"It's not shriveled, black or tiny Severus. Your heart is beautiful and I will always protect it as best I can." Harry cupped Snape's cheek and leaned up to kiss him lightly. Severus was so much greater than he gave himself credit for.
The potions master closed his eyes and returned the chaste kiss, absorbing the touch and using it to shore up his defenses that he knew would be left battered by what lay ahead. One hand rose to stroke through fluffy, untamable black hair while the other rested on Harrys waist.
An almost mournful hiss came from the basilisk around Harry's neck. "Guardian's mate is hurting."
"What?" Harry's eyes snapped open and his grip on Snape tightened. "Anguis says that you're hurting, what's happened Severus?" Harry's green eyes were filled with concern and ran over Snape's for as if looking for hidden wounds though he had pretty clear suspicions of just what it was that was hurting.
The older man cupped Harry's cheek. "I've been summoned by the Dark Lord." He swiped his thumb over the ridge of the youth's cheekbone when distress filled the vivid green eyes. "I have until dawn to 'settle' what I need to before leaving for the meeting point. Spend that time with me?"
"Of course, you wouldn't be able to get rid of me even if you tried." Harry's arms came up to wrap around Snape's neck and he stepped closer burying his head in the crook of the older man's neck. "I hate this, I hate that I have to let you go...Hate the power that creepy bastard has over you."
Severus didn't tell him that it was necessary, that it was important, or any of the thousand platitudes that would have come from someone like the headmaster who was concerned with only the 'greater good' nor did he assure Harry that he would be back, there was no guarantee that he'd survive this summons. He looped his arms around the teen's waist and held him close instead. "The day he's gone, truly gone, I intend to abscond with you to somewhere that we can have a bit of peace for a summer."
"I will hold you to that Severus." Harry held on tighter. He knew that what Snape did was important and necessary but that didn't mean that he had to like it. The thought of having to let Snape go straight into the den of Voldemort made his heart ache and his stomach tie itself into knots. He wouldn't be a burden for Snape though, wouldn't make it harder for the other than it already was. "A place for just you and me."
Snape nuzzled the top of Harry's head. "And Anguis of course." His lips twitched at the pleased hiss that came from the young snake. He might not be able to understand snake language but he could understand the tone of intelligent hisses. "For now though why don't you come back and we'll talk about things that have nothing to do with tomorrow?"
"Sounds like a great idea to me." Harry nodded and followed Snape further into his quarters while petting Anguis, he had never had any intention of going anywhere without her. She was a part of them in Harry's mind.
The older man lead Harry to the living area, with it's roaring fire and the cushy two person sofa they'd grown to prefer settling into in the moments they had to themselves. He sat down on said sofa and waited for Harry to join him, slipping an arm around the younger man when he did. "I understand that you laughed at Draco the other day, something to do with the holiday that has Dumbledore decorating his office with fluttering hearts."
"I did, I couldn't help myself. Malfoy is as panicky as Ron is when it comes to create the perfect Valentine date for their intended ones. You know Malfoy, modest or low key is not in his vocabulary and I couldn't help but laugh at some of the plans he was pondering. Hermione isn't impressed by dazzle or riches, she'll be happy just being with him." Harry leaned into Snape's embrace and breathed in his scent. The fire crackled soothingly and Harry felt himself relaxing.
"Good to know that at least someone has good sense in regards to the ridiculous holiday. I never have understood the need for sudden grand gestures to declare affection or love." The long elegant fingers traced up and down Harry's arm absently. "Nor do I understand the rush to find someone to spend Valentine's Day with. Have you any idea how many love notes have been flung across my potion's classroom today, asking if so and so will go to Puddifoot's? This day makes for strange couples in the rush to make sure one isn't alone."
Harry shuddered. "I agree with everything you say, if you love someone you love them every single day. No grand gestures should be necessary." Harry had never really celebrated Valentine's Day, never been close enough to anyone to want to before. He'd had plenty of notes asking him though and he recoiled at the thought. He only wanted to spend time with Severus, nothing else mattered. "It's better to be alone than to be with someone just because...That makes everything fake."
The older man nodded. "I will say this much for your father, once he set his sights on Lily he did not budge. It actually became amusing watching him concoct a different way of asking your mother to be his Valentine each year." A soft, amused snort came from him. "One year he sent her a gigantic heart made up of Cathedral Window lilies with Easter lilies spelling out 'will you be my valentine?' She spent the rest of the day handing a lily to everyone she came in contact with as she couldn't bring herself to incindio the flowers." It was strange being able to speak of James Potter without the old bitterness.
A small chuckle rose from Harry's throat at the thought of his mother handing out lilies across Hogwarts, it felt a bit surreal hearing about his parents from Snape of all people. Surreal but not unwelcome. "Do you know what finally swayed her? You don't have to answer if it makes you feel uncomfortable."
"He pulled his head out of his ass?" The tone was dry as a desert in that comment but he continued normally. "When he received the title of Head Boy he suddenly found himself bombarded with first years who didn't really know nor care about house division looking for guidance. I think, as Slytherins, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs as well as Gryffindors alike came to him asking for help with anything from schoolwork to bullying, he was somewhat slapped in the face with just how much each house has in common. He was given another point of view and it changed him a bit. Lily witnessed that change just as our friendship crumbled completely and a better James was there to help her where I once did and she saw his better side."
"I'm sorry." Harry wasn't sure what he was apologizing for but there was a shadow in Snape's eyes that he hated seeing. He tilted his head up and pressed a kiss against Snape's neck. "So what's your dream date for Valentine's then?" Harry wanted to shift the conversation to something lighter, didn't want to spend this time before Snape had to leave in the past. "Any fantasy I can fulfill?"
Snape brushed a kiss over Harry's temple. "Don't be sorry. If they hadn't gotten together you wouldn't be here and then where would I be? As for a dream date," he shifted to meet Harry's eyes incredulously, "have I suddenly developed female tendencies?" He nuzzled his chin on Harry's shoulder. "I'm more than content with quiet evenings in. I don't, as a rule, cleave to much of what is considered traditional nonsense. My moonlit walks are most usually because of potions ingredients."
"Well you did look a little bit girly with hearts in you hair." Harry joked with a chuckle and rested his cheek against Snape's. "No seriously though, I haven't done this before, I don't know what's expected. All I know is that I want to be with you and I want to please you, give you what you dream of. If that makes me girly or silly then so be it."
Severus shifted so that they were sitting face to face and cupped his companion's cheeks in his hands. "Harry I don't expect anything from you but what you're willing to give. If it's not coming from you because it's something you want to do then I don't want it." He pressed a soft kiss to the youth's lips. "Never do something for me because you think it's expected. Do things because you want to pet."
"I want to give you everything Severus, if I could I would hand you the world, giftwrapped on a platter." Harry was aware that he probably sounded ridiculous but it was the truth. Harry leaned in to kiss Snape again, a bit harder this time, letting his lips linger against the other's. "Whenever I'm with you I want...Oh Merlin how I want."
The older man nibbled lightly on Harry's bottom lip. "Hm, You perceive me to be all ears. You want. What do you want precisely?"
"I want to be close, want to touch, lick, bite, taste and feel everything. I want to surrender and I want to claim." Harry breathed against Snape's mouth, not wanting to be apart from him even to speak. "Everything about you makes me want, drives me crazy."
A pleased noise rumbled in the back of Severus' throat and he pulled Harry closer, not noticing as Anguis slithered away to give them privacy. He stroked his hands down the younger male's back. "You can get as close as you want Harry and do as you please. I want to touch and be touched just as much as you do pet."
Harry's skin tingled as Snape touched him even though it was through the layers of his clothes. Something about the other man put his senses on high alert and made him want more. "Then touch me Severus, by all the four founders just touch me." Harry kissed Snape again and his hands moved to the row of tiny buttons, keeping Snape's robes in place. "May I?"
"Yes." He nipped at Harry's lips, his chin, along the youth's jaw, to nibble delicately at his earlobe. "Yes, absolutely." His hands slid up under the loose shirt the other wore, slipping up the slim back, long fingers playing over the petal soft skin, occasionally tracing a scar here and there.
Arching in to the touch Harry slowly unbuttoned the buttons until he could slide the black robes down and off Snape's shoulders and arms and then he got to work on the shirt. It felt so good when Snape touched him and Harry wanted to do the same to Snape. He wanted to feel the other's skin under his fingertips, lips and tongue. When Harry got the shirt open too he slowly traced Snape's collarbone with his fingers before moving them down Snape's chest in slow, movements, wanting to memorize every inch of it.
A soft, pleased noise came from the older man. The warmth of Harry's touch seemed to sink into his skin, reaching past flesh and bone to curl around his heart. His own hands continued to map out Harry's back, intent on learning every last inch of the younger man's skin. A quietly murmured incantation had Harry's shirt disappearing to the floor, giving Severus more skin to touch and stroke. He pressed a kiss to a scar that rode high on one slim shoulder.
It was difficult to concentrate on anything when Snape touched him like that. Harry found himself leaning into every touch, every caress, desperately wanting more. He leaned in and followed the trail of his fingers with his lips, brushing them down Snape's neck and chest only to latch on to a dusky nipple. The little nub felt perfect against his tongue and the taste was pure Snape.
Severus groaned, one hand going up to sink into the soft black hair as his other explored Harry's chest and stomach. The slim body, nurtured within Hogwarts' walls and by the nutrition potions he'd been coaxing Harry into taking, was finally taking on the proper muscle definition and the youth's preferred activities of either Quidditch or practicing dueling were creating a beautifully toned body. He reached down to lift Harry's arm to his lips, kissing the scar left there by the ritual Pettigrew had performed. He licked along it, worshiping the proof of his lover's bravery with his mouth. He knew Harry still felt guilty for Diggory's death but he couldn't bring himself to wish for a different outcome for had Diggory not died, awful as it was that he did, Harry might not have survived that night to be here, in his arms, plying that wicked little mouth on his body and making Severus' head spin.
Harry continued his worship of Snape's nipple, laving his tongue over the nub and worrying it between his teeth gently. The sounds that left Severus were delicious and Harry wanted to hear more of them. He switched to the other nub and the hand of his free hand moved lower, caressing Snape's belly, running circles around his navel in teasing movements. Severus mouth in his arm, tracing the scar he had there only made Harry hotter.
Snape made a little growl and nipped at Harry's wrist. "Minx." He licked along one of the youth's fingers and took it into his mouth, sucking on the digit much as Harry was doing to his nipple.
Harry looked up so that he could catch Snape's eyes and grinned wickedly. He would show Snape just how much of a minx he could be. He pulled his hand out of Snape's grasp and shifted so that he rested between Snape's legs, his knees resting firmly on the floor. He moved his fingers slowly to the fastenings of Severus' trousers and looked up again just to make sure that this was something the other wanted.
The lifted eyebrow clearly said 'well get on with it' and the anticipatory heat in Severus' eyes was nearly scorching in intensity. Snape traced his fingers over Harry's cheek then stroked over the youth's lips. "You best deliver on your silent promise Harry or believe me there will be consequences." The husky note in the man's voice made it clear that retribution for such a tease wouldn't be painful but it would drive Harry out of his mind.
"Saying it like that makes me want to be naughty." Harry grinned and started to move his fingers. "You're just lucky that I can't wait to taste you." The buttons popped one by one and Harry looked almost reverent at the flesh that was exposed to him. "I've dreamed about how you would feel on my tongue, the weight and taste of you." Harry pushed his nose in to the v of the fly and nuzzled Snape's erection.
A sound somewhere between a groan and a whine came from the older man. "By Merlin I don't know where you learned to talk like that but I am most definitely not complaining." Snape shivered at the hot breath ghosting over his stiff flesh. "So, my minx, are you going to find out if the reality lives up to the dreams or not?"
"Mmm, I should, shouldn't I? Now that I got this treat right in front of me." Harry sounded teasing but his heart was pounding in his chest. He really wanted this but he had no experience. What if Snape didn't think he was any good...Taking a breath he focused on how much he wanted Severus, how much he cared for him. He ran his lips over the silky soft skin of Snape's erection, letting his tongue flick out and lap at the head. Harry moaned at the taste and slipped the penis further into his mouth.
Snape's hands flew to the seat cushion and clenched there as he tried to keep from bucking up into Harry's mouth. A loud groan escaped him and he shivered with the sparks of pleasure that shimmied along his senses. "Sweet Circe Harry, your mouth feels so good pet."
That was just what Harry wanted to hear and he smiled around his mouthful. He wasn't stupid enough to even try to deep throat the erection, Harry knew that would end in failure so instead he concentrated on running his tongue over the flesh he did have in his mouth and apply suction. He rubbed and massaged the base of Snape's cock with his hands and bobbed his head.
Severus moaned and shuddered under the heady ministrations of his Gryffindor's mouth and hands. Heat lightening seemed to be arcing through his veins, sending his arousal higher and he had to bite his lip to keep control enough not to arch up into Harry's mouth. Tension coiled low in his belly and he could feel his balls tightening with each movement, lick, and suck that came from the young man between his legs.
Harry felt Snape's muscles tense and quiver and he felt a surge of pride that he was the one making Snape feel like this. He also felt humbled that Severus trusted him enough to let down his guard and allow himself to fall apart under Harry's meager skill. He was so hard just from sucking Snape off, Harry loved the feeling and the taste of the thick erection on his tongue.
A low keen came from the older man as the heat built to an almost painful degree and made a bid to escape. "Oh gods. Harry, pet I'm about to c-ah!" One last clever flick of the tongue had light bursting behind his eyes and tossed him over the edge with a soft cry.
The first spurt of semen caught Harry by surprise and he pulled back a little from the force of it making the rest of them hit his lips and chin. The taste wasn't exactly pumpkin juice but it wasn't all bad either, just new and strange. It was a piece of Severus after all and Harry stuck out his tongue and licked his lips clean. "I've decided that reality definitely triumphs dream." He spoke softly with his eyes on Snape, the man was gorgeous when he came undone.
Severus looked down to meet Harry's eyes and shivered as his libido tried to rise to the occasion, the sight of his cum on Harry's face was almost ridiculously arousing, but he was a little too far past teenage hormones to recover so swiftly. Instead he reached down and tugged the youth up so he could lick what remained of himself off the Gryffindor's face. "Hm good to know. Sorry about the mess though pet."
"Don't you dare apologize, I loved everything about it." Harry said sternly and kissed Snape on the nose and the lips. His own prick was throbbing but that was okay, this was about Snape, he'd wanted to give Severus pleasure. He wanted to make the other man see how much he was desired.
The professor returned the kiss lazily, his tongue tangling briefly with Harry's as he wrapped his arms around the youth. "My minx. You seem to have a natural talent for driving me out of my mind."
"Good." Harry said smugly and snuggled up against Snape. "Then we're equal because you do the same to me." He rested his head on Snape's shoulder and watched the way the flames in the fireplace licked the wood. It was so nice just sitting there close to Severus and Harry wished that they could stay like that, shutting out the rest of the world and concentrating on each other. He knew it was impossible though so instead he wanted to make the most of the time they did have.
Snape's fingers traced affectionate, nonsense patterns on Harry's skin as contentment seeped into his bones. A passing thought made him chuckle softly.
"Hmm, what's so funny?" Harry twisted his head so that he could look at the other without lifting it from its comfy position on Snape's naked shoulder.
"I was just thinking of how I used to think being someone else would make things better for me but here I am, warts and all, and happier than I ever was when I slipped on the mask of the Half-Blood Prince." He pressed a kiss to Harry's temple. "And all because of a stubborn Gryffindor."
Harry blinked the Half-Blood Prince sounded familiar somehow. Suddenly he remembered the journal like book filled with spells and potions he'd found in the library and his eyes widened. "You're the Half-Blood Prince? How?...Why?" Harry was feeling a bit confused. "No wonder you agreed to use the spells then, you're even more brilliant than I thought."
Another chuckle came from the older man. "Yes I know." He'd never been the type to use false modesty. "My mother was a pureblooded witch, her family name was Prince. She made the...mistake of falling for a Muggle man who thought she could use magic to give him the money he was too lazy to work for. Her family disowned her for marrying my father and all she gave him was her heart and a son. He didn't particularly think either had any worth."
Harry wrapped his arms tightly around the other tightly, wanting to let the other know that he had a lot of worth to Harry. "I'm so sorry Severus, the man was seriously an idiot and completely blind not see what he had." Harry pressed a kiss to the side of Snape's neck.
He ran his hand down Harry's back in a long stroke. "It hasn't bothered me in a long time Harry. The only thing that ever truly made me angry was the way he treated my mother. She was so strong, the way she fought to give me as much of a good life as she could."
"I already know she must have been absolutely wonderful, she was your mother, how could she not have been." Harry knew plenty about evil and small minded muggles but at least the ones he had grown up with weren't his real parents. "She would be so proud of the man you've become."
"Perhaps who I am now but if she'd lived to see me join the Dark Lord she'd have boxed my ears. She never did hold with pureblood elitist views." Severus' fingers traced some unknown pattern on Harry's skin. "When I befriended Lily was, I think, the happiest I'd ever seen her."
"Smart woman." Harry said softly and snuggled closer even though he was already pressed tightly against him.
Snape closed his eyes and leaned his head against Harry's. "Mmhm." He segued to another subject, keeping the tone light as the hours ticked down until it was time for him to dress and go. He pressed a kiss to Harry's brow, "I have to clean up."
Harry fought the urge to wrap himself around Snape like a vine and beg the other not to go. He didn't even make Snape promise to come back to him because with Voldemort one could never be sure, he didn't want Snape to have to break a promise. "Why does the time go so fast?" Harry wasn't ready to let him go but then again he didn't think he ever would be. "Be careful, you hear me." He places kisses to every surface of Snape's face.
"I always am." He ghosted his lips across the bridge of Harry's nose then got up to clean himself off and dress in his Death Eater robes. He grabbed his mask paused in front of Harry, leaning down to steal one final kiss before leaving. "Try, if you can, to stay out of trouble."
"You know me, can't make any promises. Will do my best though." Harry smiled cheekily, not wanting to seem clingy or weepy. The sight of the Death Eater robes made Harry recoil and feel slightly sick to his stomach, they made him remember the night at the cemetery in vivid clarity. Harry rose and called for Anguis, he didn't want to stay here when Snape left, he would be worried enough without brooding on his own.
The basilisk curled herself around Harry's neck and nuzzled him comfortingly as Severus gave them a final nod then stepped into the fireplace grate to floo to Malfoy Manor, settling his mask on as he did so. He stepped out of the ostentatious fireplace, frowning when he didn't see anyone.
"Well hello Severus, how nice of you to join me." The voice was smooth and low as it purred into Snape's ear before Lucius brought his cane down over Snape's head, watching as the other man crumpled to the floor. It felt classless to beat him over the head to knock him out but sometimes the simplest things were the best. He cast a levitation spell on the knocked out man and levitated him down several set of stair until they ended up in the Malfoy dungeon. Well it had been a dungeon once, now it was so much more. It was Lucius personal playroom. He looked at the different hooks, chains and toys lovingly as his chains rose with a flick of his want and wrapped themselves firmly around Snape, chaining him to cold stone floor.
Lucius felt almost giddy trying to decide what he would start with. The Dark Lord needed Snape alive but he hadn't said anything about Lucius not getting to play. The blond stroked his fingers over a wicked looking hooked knife with a tender smile. It had been such a long time since he'd been allowed to play and he would make the most of it.
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