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Nights of Gethsemane	By : starcrossedkayla Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 53273 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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[[I'm on vacation, but I thought you might want this. Enjoy!

TempermentalBaker - Thanks! Feel free to comment either place!

Freewater - Thank you. Harry really is clueless at times.

Emily Waters and Lioncourt- Thank you. I try to strive for the right balance of humor in an over-all very angsty fic. I hope I'm pulling it off correctly.

Lilith and Noirrouge - I had a lot of fun writing that scene. I think it will be equally enjoyable to tell from Snape's point of view.

iGlow - You have no idea (well, you probably do) how much I wanted to write in Harry grabbing onto Snape giving him a huge old hug, but his character just refused. Silly men

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Freewater - Yes, Harry doesn't realize how much he cares for Snape. In this story, there are going to be deaths of major characters. By that I mean, heroes or villains that the average person would recognize the names of. If Harry or Snape are included in that number is a huge spoiler. No deaths (even the minor characters) will be taken lightly. However, you should also remember that things aren't always what they appear in the HP universe (a hint for an up coming chapter).

Kalisti - It's good that you like long chapters because they keep getting longer and longer. x.x

Rosei - Harry did kick him in the nuts, but Snape made sure that Avery wouldn't touch Harry while Snape was away. He's very protective/possessive.

Charlotte - I'm writing as fast as I can!
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Harry was still sleeping when Snape arrived and attacked him with spells. Harry quickly rolled out of bed and dodged away from them.

Snape stopped the exercise once he realised he wouldn�t be able to hit the now-awake wizard. �You aren�t as pathetic as you used to be.�

�I had a good night�s sleep.� Harry took his seat. �I�d like to sleep in the cupboard again tonight.� He wasn�t about to request sex twice in a row, and he thought his training went far more smoothly on days he had been able to sleep peacefully.

�If you insist,� answered Snape in a voice that suggested he wasn�t sure he believed Harry really wanted to go sleep in the cupboard.

Snape had cooked a normal breakfast, but it tasted off. The eggs were a bit runny, the toast not perfectly golden, and the sausages a bit overdone. Harry reckoned his oven hadn�t been replaced yet.

�I will have guests today,� Snape informed him. �I think it would be best for you to remain in your cage and keep quiet. I will give you books to read. If you hear anyone approach while you are reading, you must hide the books and undress.�

That ruined his day. He was really looking forward to training. �How long will they be here?�

Snape shook his head. �I don�t know. They should arrive after lunch, so we will have a normal morning training session. I will give you a large lunch, but they should leave before dinner. I will try to discourage them from requesting to see you, but if they do, you must remember to play your part. They aren�t allowed to hurt you while the Dark Lord is away, no matter what they threaten.�

Harry knew very well he could still be tortured without being physically hurt, so he didn�t think much of Snape�s attempt at reassurance. He would remain in his cell and be as quiet as a mouse.

�What exercise will we do today?� Harry asked him as he stood up to run through his morning routine.

Snape sent away their empty dishes. �I want you to demonstrate that you can shift your handcuffs while dodging. If you can, we will no longer practise the exercise where your hands are bound behind your back.�

�I�m sure I can do it,� Harry told him confidently.

�We will also try more blindfolded dodging, since you haven�t done that in a while.�

Harry followed him out of the cell once he was finished getting ready. They walked up to the practice room together, and Snape set up the exercise. Harry put his hands behind his back for Snape to chain, and as soon as Snape started the exercise, he popped his shoulder and began dodging with his hands in front of him. Snape made him do it until he had convinced himself that Harry had mastered the technique.

Snape returned the furniture to the room in preparation for the second exercise.

Harry looked at it suspiciously. �I don�t see why the furniture needs to be here if I am just practicing dodging. I think you like to watch me run into things.�

�While that is amusing,� admitted Snape, �You tend not to waste energy scurrying all over the room if you know the furniture has been replaced. Remember, tight movements.�

�Yeah, yeah, tight movements.� Harry took the blindfold from Snape and walked to the centre of the room before tying it around his eyes.

Snape cast spells at him, and he dodged with ease. After several minutes of it, he grew bored.

�Come on, Snape, you gotta try harder than that!�

Snape sent several spells at once at him, and Harry yelped as his body tried to go three different ways at once and he ended up on the floor.

�Try again, Potter.� Snape told him.

Harry got to his feet. �You didn�t hit me.�

More spells raced towards him, and Harry ducked behind a bookcase.

�Stop hiding, Potter,� Snape called from the other side of the room.

Harry peeked out from under his blindfold now that he knew Snape couldn�t see him cheating. He gauged the situation and then formulated a plan. He replaced the blindfold and weaved his way across the room to hide behind a cabinet. �Try harder!�

�I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be brave, but I�ve yet to see any evidence of that. Stop hiding!� Snape ordered.

Harry was going to get him for that comment. He danced around in the middle of the room for a minute. �Come on, I�m blindfolded!�

When Snape cast several at him again, he scrambled over to hide behind a couch near Snape.

�Still scared?�

Harry didn�t say anything, but remained pressed behind the couch listening to Snape.

�Don�t make me come and get you,� Snape warned as he began to advance on Harry.

Harry remained crouched until Snape was exactly where he wanted him to be. He launched himself up over the couch and tackled the Death Eater to the floor. �Gotcha!�

�This is a lesson in defence, not offence,� Snape informed him grumpily.

�You just don�t like being beaten,� Harry reminded him smugly. He ripped off his blindfold and found that he was in the same position he had been in the night before. Embarrassed, he quickly scrambled back off of Snape, who sat up stiffly and smoothed out his robes.

�Oh shite! I didn�t hurt your back, did I? Sorry, I should�ve remembered you were injured. I did think before I did it though. I planned it out. I just didn�t remember because you moved like normal again this morning and-�

�Shut up, Potter,� Snape interrupted him. �I�m fine. It would take a lot more than an eight stone wizard to injure me.�

�Hey! I�m not eight stone!�

�Seven, then.�

Harry flew at Snape again, but the older wizard had recovered and immediately began sending spells towards him. Harry rolled out of the way and took off towards the other side of the room. Snape got to his feet and followed after him.

�I won�t let you hide again,� he promised.

�You�ll try,� Harry challenged, darting around the room. He was faster than Snape and soon figured out how to make Snape really work to hit him with spells. Snape caught onto his game and began sending furniture away rather than giving chase.

�You cheat!� Harry accused as the table he had darted behind disappeared.

�My lesson, my rules,� Snape told him.

�Bring the balls back,� Harry suggested. �I�ll nail your arse!�

Snape returned all the balls at once, and they all flew towards Harry in a giant cloud of black. Harry squeezed himself under a table and curled in a ball as he was hit all over. It didn�t hurt, and as soon as the onslaught had finished, the balls disappeared.

�That�s enough for today,� Snape told him, obviously determined to have the last attack.

�Just you wait,� Harry promised, getting to his feet. �I�m going to get you back for that.�

�I�d like to see you try,� Snape challenged as he led him down to the bathroom.

�You may have magic and a wand, but I am quicker and I know how to fist fight,� Harry informed him.

�You won�t find a wizard who will use fists when magic is available.�

�Mostly because they can�t. You should�ve been there when I beat the crap out of Avery. He had obviously never been punched in his life. I�ve never been so glad to have Dudley for a cousin.� Harry hopped in the tub and turned on the water. �Will you give me the books to read now?�

�I will give them to you,� Snape agreed. �But if you stain them I won�t give you another book.�

�Come on, I�m a teenager but I do have some self-control,� Harry protested.

�When you return to your cage, I will give them to you.�

Harry had never taken a faster bath. He was almost out the door when Snape reminded him, �The potion?�

�Oh yeah.� Harry spread the towel out on the floor and quickly rubbed the lotion in. Sensing Harry�s haste, Snape stepped forward and rubbed the potion into Harry�s back while the younger wizard worked on his legs. Once Harry had finished, he wrapped a towel around his waist, and headed back to his cell. Snape spelled dinner on the table, a roast with vegetables and potatoes, before leaving.

Snape remained away a suspiciously long time and Harry was worried that the Death Eaters had arrived early. Finally, Snape returned, carrying two books which he placed on the table near Harry.

Harry eagerly read the titles, �The New Joy of Gay Sex, The Gay Kama Sutra�I thought you said you weren�t gay?�

�I didn�t buy them for pleasure reading, you idiot,� said Snape in a tone which suggested that he was considering taking the books back from Harry.

�Oh,� Harry realised what he meant. �Yeah�thanks.�

Snape strode out in a dignified cloud of black.

Harry looked at the cover of the Kama Sutra book. No wonder Snape knew how to have gay sex. After that terrible first time, he�d probably mail ordered the books so he would be able to do it again without hurting Harry.

Harry hurriedly finished his meal and retired to the bed with the books. He flipped through the Kama Sutra first, boggling at the drawings of the sexual positions. He had no idea there were so many ways to have sex. How many of them would he be able to replicate with Ginny? The pictures of fellatio made him hard, imagining Snape sucking him off in many different ways. There was an entire section on �69-ing� that Harry looked at with interest. Giving head wouldn�t be so bad if he got Snape to reciprocate the act at the same time.

The next section was on �frottage,� which was when two blokes rubbed their dicks together. Maybe he could convince Snape to do that rather than going inside of him. They could have sex and both play the male role. There were a ton of strange sex acts after that. Harry couldn�t imagine how anilingus could be pleasurable for either party, intercrural sex looked painful, fisting looked like torture, and docking was just strange.

By the time he had finished flipping through the book, he was unbearably hard. He tried to ignore his cock. After all, it seemed really gay to wank to a book about gay sex. On the other hand, would any straight bloke be able to imagine himself being blown without getting hard even if the person who was giving him head also had a penis? Harry didn�t know.

He put the book to the side. Then again, Snape had warned Harry not to mess up his books which meant that he thought Harry would be aroused by them to the point of masturbation. Snape didn�t think Harry was gay, did he? No, he had said that he assumed that Harry would have sex with Ginny once he had the chance. Maybe it was normal for blokes to get hard while looking at pictures like these.

Harry read through the Joy of Gay Sex next. It contained techniques and tips for having gay sex. but some of the pictures really turned him off. The men all had huge muscles as if they were body builders and were very hairy. If that was the type of men gay men were attracted to, then he really wasn�t gay.

The section on bisexuality intrigued him. He hadn�t really understood the concept when Snape had explained it before. The book said that in many cultures, bisexuality was common and often involved older men with adolescent boys. The fact that the boys evidently grew up to take young male lovers for themselves, in addition to wives, made him feel better. If a whole culture of blokes could get buggered and grow up to be mostly straight, then he could too. The book also suggested that sex between men was common in prisons and that people who engaged in such behaviours could not be considered homosexual or even bisexual. He was relieved to know that he could have gay sex in prison and still be straight.

Harry was starting to understand why Hermione loved books so much. If he had known half of this stuff a month ago, he wouldn�t have freaked out about having sex with Snape. He still would rather be the one figuratively on top, but none of the blokes in either of the books looked like women. In fact, if anything, they looked more masculine than normal men. Harry reckoned that was why the ancient Greeks and Romans thought it was more masculine to be bisexual or gay than heterosexual.

Harry had just finished the interesting sections of both books when Snape arrived. Harry waited until he stepped through the bars before asking, �Did they leave?�

�Yes,� Snape nodded, spelling a light dinner on the table.

�What did they want?� Harry set down the book and slid out of bed.

Snape just looked at him and summoned tea for himself.

�Was it something I would be happy over?� Harry pushed.

�Yes. No more questions,� insisted Snape. �Do you still wish to sleep in the cupboard?�

�Yeah, it�s nice and dark in there.� Harry picked up his sandwich. �Will we be able to do a full training session tomorrow?�

�I�m not sure,� Snape admitted. �You haven�t been tortured for a while and many Death Eaters are anxious to be granted the favour as proof of their loyalty and prestige.�

�You raping me wasn�t enough torture?� Harry demanded to know.
Snape�s eyebrows headed towards the dark line between them in a measure of intense displeasure. �He was punishing me, not you. It may be enough for him, I do not know. He may arrive tomorrow night or three days from now.�

�And you have no way of knowing?�
Snape stood, obviously irritated by Harry�s questioning. �I�m not a mind reader, Potter. If you continue to pester me with questions, then I will lock you in the cupboard until he arrives. Now that you are finished with your dinner, you should sleep.� He strode out of the cell and headed towards the cupboard. Harry quietly finished off his meal. If Snape had known, he�d have told Harry. There was no reason for him to keep his knowledge from the young wizard, and it was unlike Snape to admit to not knowing something, which meant he probably didn�t know when Voldemort was due to arrive.
Harry was brushing his teeth when Snape returned. He waited by the bars while Harry finished his evening duties and then joined him.
�Since you don�t know, maybe we should cut it short or train in my cell,� Harry suggested to the older wizard.
Snape led him down the hall to the open door of the cupboard. �I plan on having shorter sessions until he arrives.�
�I hope it�s not tomorrow.� Harry was delighted to find that Snape had covered the floor in blankets and pillows again. He crawled in and adjusted the soft coverings until he had made the perfect nest for himself. Snape stayed in the doorway until Harry finished, watching him with the dark line between his eyebrows heavy.
�If you need to be let out before I arrive to fetch you, bang your cuffs against the posts,� he reminded Harry.
�I remember,� Harry yawned. ��Night.�
Snape shut the door and softly walked down the hallway.
Harry fell asleep quickly and slept peacefully.

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He was still sleeping when Snape opened the door in the morning, waking him from an instantly forgotten dream that had been quite pleasant.

�Morning already?� he asked, although he didn�t feel very tired at all.

�Yes, your breakfast is waiting,� Snape informed him.

Harry crawled out of the cupboard, standing as soon as his feet hit the tiled floor of the hallway. �Mmm, smells good.�

The two re-entered Harry�s cell together and Harry eagerly dove into his breakfast.

�You got your oven back, didn�t you?� He asked Snape through a mouthful of toast.

Snape frowned at the mess Harry was making. �A new one was installed this morning.�

�Your Muggle-cooked food is so much better than your wizard-cooked food,� Harry informed him. �Guess it shows how magic doesn�t make everything better.�

Snape moved his eyebrows in agreement as he drank his tea. Harry had gotten so good at reading the Potions master�s expressions without his glasses, he wouldn�t need to look anywhere other than at his eyebrows even when his glasses were returned.

�Shouldn�t I try everything at least once with my glasses?� Harry asked as he drank his orange juice.

�Yes, and we will once Malfoy returns them,� Snape answered.

�Why does he have my glasses?�

�A few items were brought before the ministry as proof that you had been captured.�

�How did people take that?� Harry asked hesitantly.

�There are many who refuse to believe that you are being held prisoner, much to the Dark Lord�s chagrin. A few have apparently given up, but you have many loyal supporters,� Snape informed him.

Harry smiled at him. �Really? I�m glad� I don�t want people to pin their hopes on me, but I don�t want them to give up either.�

Snape spelled away their empty dishes. �We will start your lessons soon.�

Harry hurried over to the sink while Snape left the cell. When Snape finally returned from the laundry room, Harry was waiting impatiently by the bars.

�The letter for today is �S� again and you will practise dodging in the throne room.�

�I can�t wait...to start.� Harry followed Snape into the throne room, which had been randomly scattered with furniture.

Snape began the exercise almost immediately, and Harry wove and dodged as he moved around the room, evaluating which furniture would be best to use to train Snape to always keep a close eye on him. Without pockets, he couldn�t carry balls with him without Snape noticing, so he caught them out of view of Snape, and stuffed them under the couch from which he planned to launch his attack. It was low enough to hold them to prevent them from escaping on their own, but high enough that he could easily remove and launch them in seconds.

Once he had gathered a sizeable collection, he danced around the room for a bit, pretending that he was just focusing on dodging. When he thought Snape had grown complacent, he ducked behind the couch again, grabbed a ball and then rolled over behind a bookcase, careful to keep the ball in his hand hidden from Snape.

�Stop hiding.� Snape made the bookcase disappear and Harry lobbed the ball at Snape. The startled Potions master barely managed to step out of the way in time. �What the-? Potter, I told you, you can�t catch spells.�

�Did you see me catch it? I learned to remove these stupid cuffs,� Harry insisted and darted back behind the couch, selecting another ball. He headed towards the other side of the room, hiding the ball against his side. Once he was there, he launched it across the room at Snape.

Snape sent it back at him with a quick flick of the wand. �Pathetic.�

Harry darted back over to the other side of the room. �I could say the same to you. How many times have you hit me today? Zero.�

Snape almost hit Harry with his next volley of spells, and Harry dashed over to hide behind his home base again.

�If you spent less of your time hiding behind furniture I can assure you, the number would be-�

Harry jumped up, four balls tucked in his left arm, and threw them all at Snape as fast and hard as he could. Snape sent them back again with flicks of his wand, and Harry barely managed to duck out of the way in time.

�I�m going to get you for that,� Harry promised as he gathered up more balls.

�Try.� Snape removed the couch. �And use �S� words.�

�Cheating Slytherin!� Harry held the balls tightly to his chest as he rolled to hide behind a cabinet. �Get out here and fight like a man, Snape!�

�Says the boy who is in hiding!� retorted Snape as he sent the cabinet away with a flick of his wand. Harry threw all the balls he had at Snape while he weaved and ducked his way to his next hiding place behind a thick armchair.

Snape sent a spell under the legs of the armchair, striking Harry in the ankle.

�That was dirty!� Harry protested.

��S� words,� prompted Snape.

�You�re such a Slytherin!�

�Why thank you.� Snape sent away more furniture and began casting spell after spell at Harry while the balls continued to try to smack into him.

Harry didn�t have time to try to plan an attack; he was too busy dodging all the projectiles. It was almost too much for him and he was about to ask Snape for a break, when he realized he was dodging at a level beyond which he had ever managed to attain before. Determined to master this particular lesson, Harry focused all his energy on not being hit by anything. With the speed and intensity of the projectiles, he had to move around the room and use the furniture to his advantage. He ducked under tables, jumped over couches, hid behind bookcases, and caught his breath on the side of cabinets. He wove around the room until his lungs began to burn. He wanted to push himself forward, but he knew that the lessons would stop in an instant if he felt pain while in the company of Snape.

�My lungs hurt,� he informed Snape as he collapsed on the floor. Six balls instantly smacked into him, and Snape stopped the exercise. Snape hurried over and removed a vial from his robes.

�You only need a few drops.�

Harry stuck out his tongue and Snape dripped two drops on the tip. The painkiller was pulled into his blood stream quickly and the burning sensation went away shortly.

Snape sat down in his favourite chair and watched Harry with an unreadable expression on his face.

�What is it?� Harry asked as he panted for breath.

�I�ve never seen anything like it,� admitted Snape. �Do you know how many spells you were dodging at once?�

�A lot?� Harry brushed his fringe out of his face. It was getting long and he would have hair in his eyes soon if he didn�t cut it.

�Ten, which is probably the maximum number of Death Eaters the Dark Lord will have with him when you confront him.�

�More is�satisfactory�we want as many Death Eaters as possible, right?�

�Yes.� Snape sent all the furniture away and chained Harry to the floor.

Harry was quite pleased with himself. He was almost ready for his big showdown against Voldemort. All he needed to do was touch base with Ron and Hermione to make sure that all the Horcruxes were destroyed and then he would be ready. Should he tell Snape about the Horcruxes? If he didn�t, Snape might try to send him before Voldemort before all the Horcruxes were destroyed. If Snape really was helping then he needed to know about the Horcruxes. Maybe he would even help Harry hunt them down and destroy them. Harry was worried about telling Snape though. If this was all a lie and Snape was working for Voldemort, then Snape would go tell Voldemort all about the Horcruxes if the Dark Lord didn�t already know that Harry and his friends were targeting them. He had to know by now, Harry reasoned. So it wouldn�t hurt to tell Snape something Voldemort already knew.

Snape took a while to make lunch and when Harry heard the throne room door open behind him, he said, �There is something I need to tell you.�

�Tell me what?� Lucius sneered.

Harry whipped around and saw Malfoy standing in the doorway with Snape by his side. Snape was glaring at Harry with a look that Harry knew said �shut up� even though Snape was all the way across the room.

Harry pressed his head to the floor. �Please�I can�t hold it any longer.�

Snape guessed his game and strode over to him. �Back to your cage. You will not use my bathroom or dirty my floor.�

�Why not make him release here, Severus?� Malfoy suggested. �He can clean it up afterwards.�

�And have the throne room smell of piss for the Dark Lord�s arrival?� Snape vanished the chains and Harry got to his feet, looking at the bottom of Snape�s robes rather than at Malfoy. �You will have your fun with him later.�

Malfoy was going to torture him that evening? Harry remembered the knives and shivered. He stumbled after Snape who led him down to his cell and spelled food on the table. Harry grabbed Snape�s arm before he could leave. �You won�t let him hurt me too badly, right? I need to train.�

�I won�t let him do anything I can�t repair within a day,� Snape promised.

Harry released him and sat in his chair while Snape left to head back upstairs. He forced himself to eat. He wasn�t hungry but he knew he needed to eat in order to maintain his muscles. After he had forced the last bite of the sandwiches down his throat, he washed himself off in the sink and tried not to think about what Malfoy would do to him this time. Snape wouldn�t let anything too horrible happen to him, he tried to remind himself, but another part of his brain kept thrusting forward things that the Death Eater could do to him that wouldn�t hurt him.

Harry curled up on the bed and imagined Ron and Hermione bickering to calm himself. He�d get through this and return to them as strong as ever.

When Snape arrived, Harry was ready. He stood up straight and walked to his bars, holding up his hands for Snape to spell the chain.

�I think I understand that Syphilis bloke.�

�Sisyphus,� corrected Snape. He looked at Harry curiously. �Are you happy?�

�No, but I feel better knowing that it�s going to happen rather than when I had hope that it might not happen.�

�I understand.� Snape whispered in his ear before leading him to the throne room.
[[I based the books mentioned in this chapter off of real books, but my descriptions of what is contained in them are not what they actually contained (I was too cheap to purchase real books from Amazon.co.uk published before that time frame).

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