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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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WARNING: Draco pulls a dumb move. Groping and heavy petting.
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Narcissa sipped at a cup of calming tea, watching her son pace like a caged panther in the classroom they'd had the will reading in. Only she, Draco, and surprisingly Severus, had been present as they were the only beneficiaries and now only her son and herself remained. The clause Lucius had put in his will regarding all monies, stocks, and properties not directly linked with the Malfoy lordship was just like him and really she should have been expecting it but it had come as a shock, an unwelcome one.
"A witch of proper breeding, stature and power...What the hell does that even mean?" Draco hissed and threw his arms out to his sides. "And marriage no less then a month after I come into my majority...That's only five months from now...Five!" Draco was almost sad that Lucius was dead but only because it robbed him of the chance to kill the bloody bastard himself. "He had nothing to gain from this clause, nothing but the joy of tormenting me and keeping me under his thumb even after death."
His mother took another sip of tea and carefully set the cup down when she noticed her hands shaking in anger. "That is true. As for the requirements, breeding means a part of a family of pureblood status, stature means one who is in high regard in whatever endeavors she undertakes, power is a witch who can stand strongly by your side and fight at your side should it be needed."
"Bloody pureblood crap." Draco slammed his fist into the wall, wincing when his knuckles split. "I've already found the one I want to spend forever with, she's everything I want. It doesn't matter if she had fit all these twisted criteria though, I could never force marriage on her like this...Tie her to me at seventeen."
Narcissa's eyes sharpened. She knew her son was very attached to what their wealth brought. "So you're going to let the deadline pass and everything not tied to the Lordship go?"
"If I have to make that choice then yes." Draco's mouth was set in a grim line. He didn't like the thought of having to let everything go but he hated being forced into something even more and he couldn't put Hermione through it, it wouldn't be fair to her.
"As much as I loathe the thought of Lucius winning in any way, I am happy to hear that and so proud of you for it."
Draco flexed his bleeding knuckles. "I hate the very thought of that bastard having the last laugh but I love Hermione more." He walked over to the desk were the tea tray was and filled a cup, wishing that it was something stronger.
"The Lordship vault will have enough to maintain Malfoy manor until you can establish yourself in whatever you choose so that's no real concern and we still have our Slytherin cunning. We'll come out on top eventually." She would dearly like to get her hands on Lucius and wring his neck though. It was small compensation to know that he was rotting in hell.
"I'm sure you're right, we're both brilliant you and I so we'll make it out on top...Even better than we are now." Draco tried his best to sound cheerful but he was doubtful that he succeeded. Draco liked money, he liked being able to live comfortable, it was all he had ever known.
She stood up and went to give him a hug. "Go do a bit of flying dear. You'll feel better."
"I think I'll do that." He hugged her back. "Oh and mother, you won't tell her right?" Draco knew that she wouldn't but he just had to say it, he really didn't want Hermione to find out. He nodded to his mother when she shook her head in the negative and went in search of his broom.
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Arthur Weasley's jaw hadn't quite recovered from it's drop as he returned home from work. The leak over Lucius' will had caused quite a scandalized stir within the Ministry but he himself was worried as he knew from the letters Ginny sent that Hermione and Draco were quite enamored of each other. This would devastate them. He stepped into the kitchen and saw his wife, humming happily while preparing dinner and couldn't help himself. He went over and wrapped his arms around her in a hard hug from behind, burying his face in her cloud of graying red curls.
"Well, well what brought this on then?" Molly tried to turn in his grip waving the wooden spoon in her grip in the air. Her husband was always loving but it wasn't often he came to embrace her like this any more. Molly placed a kiss on his narrow nose, the one that both Charlie and Ron had inherited. She caught the worried look in his eyes and tensed up. "What's wrong Papa?"
"The details of Lucius' will leaked into the Ministry. He had an inheritance clause about Draco. Anything not attached to the Lordship is to be given away unless Draco marries a witch of proper breeding, stature and power no later than a month after he reaches his majority." Arthur leaned his brow against Molly's. "If Draco doesn't find a witch of pureblood family to marry he'll lose everything but the vault kept for upkeep of the Manor. I know Ronald says he's changed but...what if he's not changed enough to give that wealth up? This could tear him and Hermione apart."
Rage, strong and true boiled up in Molly and she started to pace the kitchen, wielding the spoon like a sword. "What kind of cowardly waste of a wizard put a clause like that in his will? No matter how the littlest Malfoy has acted before he doesn't deserve to be put in front of a choice like this? And dearest Hermione, I wonder how she feels about it...We need to talk to her, to make sure she's alright and coping."
"She's at Hogwarts Molly. We can't exactly pop in and see her, we'll have to send an owl." He stepped back just a bit. When his wife got like this it was best to simply stand out of her way before you got run over.
"I know she's at Hogwarts Arthur, I haven't completely lost my marbles yet." Molly turned and waved the wooden spoon in her husband's face. "I was thinking of a floo call but maybe you're right...A regular letter may be better, it will give Hermione a chance to read it and reply in private." She stalked to the table. "Go rouse Errol, I'll write the letter."
He went over to her and kissed her cheek. "Of course dear." He went to the little warmed roost they had for Errol, and Pig when Ron was here, Hermes also used to share the roost but then Percy had moved out....he sighed. After the attack on the Ministry he'd hoped Percy might be willing to at least speak with them again but he'd not even looked at them when Arthur and a frantic Molly had gone looking for him in worry. He knew it very nearly broke his wife's heart and made him very angry with his son. Families had differences of opinion but they didn't stop being family, how could Percy do this?
Arthur shook his head and reached out to Errol, running his hand over the feathers. "Hello old friend. Feel up to a letter delivery?" He smiled when the owl hooted groggily and opened his eyes to nip softly at his fingers before stepping onto Arthur's arm. "Molly's in a right tizzy so I hope the air currants will treat you well so it can be a swift delivery. I'm fairly upset about this as well. You know I never did understand how some families can put such expectations on their children when they're so young." He walked back to the kitchen talking companionably to Errol.
Molly had written the letter and was now editing out most of the profanities that had some way had slipped in there. She was just so upset and angry on Hermione's behalf...On the little Malfoy's behalf too, no one had the right to control you from the grave like that. When she was pleased with the letter she folded and sealed it. "Thank you for getting him dear." He kissed Arthur on the cheek. "Fly swift and true." Okay so she felt a little bit dramatic, Molly felt she had the right to. She letter to Errol's clawed foot and released him. "I hope they will figure out a way to be together, it's so unfair. No one should stand in the way for young love." Molly cuddled close to Arthur. "Remember my father when we first started dating, all that yelling about us being too young? And look at us now, still together."
He slid his arm around her and kissed her cheek again. "And I love you even more now than I did then. It grows every day."
"And you still know just the right things to say, you charmer you." Molly's cheeks flushed pink and she ran a hand over his cheek and thinning hair. "Now you can help me rinse the peas and dinner will be ready." She stalked back to the stove to check on her stew.
He just smiled and moved to do as she directed, hoping in the back of his mind that everything would turn out well.
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Hermione sat with Ron and Harry in a little warmed atrium talking over various little nonsense things. It had been a while since they'd sat together and talked, just the three of them. As happy as she was that their group of friends had grown she also felt the need to have moments for just their trio. A flutter caught her attention and she looked up to see the Weasley family owl flapping haphazardly into the atrium, and right towards her. Errol landed in her lap, hooting in exhaustion. "Oh my!" She took the letter off his foot, blinking when she saw it was addressed to her, then handed Errol to Ron. "Poor thing."
"What in Merlin's knitted knickers are you getting a letter from home for." Ron blinked in surprise even as he ran his fingers over Errol's soft feathers and reached into his pocket from some owl treats. No matter how much he complained about Errol's slowness and incompetence he really did love the old owl, he had been a part of the Burrow for as long as Ron could remember.
Harry petted the owl too and sat quietly as Hermione opened the letter, he was a bit curious too to tell the truth.
She opened the letter and began reading, going utterly still from the first line then slowly turning pale. Her hand began shaking by about midway through the letter, the paper trembling in her grasp. Her mouth was dry and she could hear her blood rushing in her ears and feel her heartbeat in her chest as it sped up.
"Hermione are you alright?" Harry moved closer and placed a hand on her trembling arm. "What's wrong, what's happened?"
Ron was worried too, he squeezed the owl in his lap until Errol hooted in alarm and Ron let up. "Has something happened at home?" It looked as if the girl was about to faint and Ron felt his stomach knot in worry.
She shook her head, horror, pain, and anger battling for supremacy in her emotions until anger won and she surged to her feet in a rush. "What in the hell!" She paced, her shoes clicking on the atrium floor, her hand shaking the letter in her fist. "Why hasn't he said anything?! What is that ferret playing at keeping this to himself?!" She flung the letter onto the seat and continued pacing, temper flashing in her eyes, and muttering under her breath, a great deal of it unrepeatable in mixed company.
'Ferret?' Ron mouthed to Harry who only shrugged in confusion. Ron being who he was couldn't resist picking up the letter and reading it. "This is daft, I can't believe it. Do you really think it's true Hermione? Maybe dad misunderstood somehow."
Hermione turned towards Ron, "I somehow doubt that but I'm going to get clarification right now." She turned in a huff and stalked from the atrium intending to hunt down either her boyfriend or his mother for some answers and heaven help Draco Malfoy if he tried to dance around the issue.
Harry was left feeling very confused and he took the letter from Ron's hands, his mouth forming an 'O' of understanding as he read.
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Draco was sorting through the potion ingredients, making sure that everything was there for the next class when a shiver went down his back. He looked around for a draft but everything seemed normal. Shrugging he wrapped his robes tighter around himself and went back to taking stock.
Snape was almost humming as he marked essays in glorious red ink. He was quite happy to be back at his post and no longer having to take it easy, so happy he'd almost smiled at students, and scared them into running away. He marked through a particularly painful bit of idiocy and then his head shot up as the door to the potions classroom slammed open and Hermione Granger stood there, cheeks blazing with what was obviously temper. Now Snape wasn't a fanciful man but if he had been he'd have said Granger looked quite a bit like a fae queen ready to blast an incompetent minion or, as her eyes were firmly on Draco, a foolish lover to dust. He set his quill down and sat back, hand on his wand just in case whatever was about to happen got out of hand.
Draco's head shot up at the slamming of the door and he was instantly alarmed by the look on Hermione's face, the only expression close to this one he had seen on her was when she almost broke his nose back in third year. "Eh, what's the matter pet?" He asked cautiously and took a step backwards.
"Is it true?" Her voice rang loud and clear as a bell. It even echoed just a bit as she stepped into the room and walked towards her boyfriend in short, measured steps that shouted 'trouble ahead all sane men turn tail and flee'.
"Err, is what true?" Draco fought the urge to back up even further. Something had obviously happened but Draco couldn't for the life of him think of what it could be, he had behaved for months now.
"Is there an inheritance clause in your father's will that states that you must marry a witch 'of proper breeding, stature, and power' no more than a month after your seventeenth birthday?"
Snape's brows rose in understanding and just a bit of exasperation. His godson hadn't told her? He took his hand off his wand. This would be one time when the boy was on his own. He summoned a cup of tea and sat back to watch the scene unfold.
Gray eyes widened. "How did you find out about that?" Even Draco realized that that maybe wasn't the best reply. "I mean it's nothing, it's being handled. There's no reason to bring it up or worry about it."
Severus nearly groaned at the sheer idiocy of that statement. Draco was digging himself quite a hole here.
Hermione's eyes flashed. "Being handled." The statement was slow as if she were rolling the words around in her mouth to get a feel for them. "Handled how? Handled in the way of in a few months I'll get an invitation to a wedding between you and some pureblood society twit? Or handled in the way of next year you'll suddenly appear at Hogwarts in secondhand robes for some mysterious reason?"
"I would never do that to you, plan a marriage contract behind your back. Do you really think I'd do that?" Draco felt somewhat hurt by the comment. "And secondhand robes...I wouldn't go that far. I'd still have money to clothe myself and mother...I think..."
"You wouldn't plan a marriage contract behind my back but you'd keep something like this from me?!" Underneath the anger in her gaze was injury. The fact that he'd kept something like this from her hurt. A lot.
"I didn't want to burden you with it, that was the only reason I kept quiet." Draco started to reach out for her and then pulled back, not sure his touch was welcome. "I know you, you're a noble Gryffindor to the core. I didn't want you to leave me so that I could keep my money...And if there was a way to marry you I didn't want you to do something like that out of pity...Or worse think that I told you I loved you just so that I could save my fortune." He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "Don't you see? The money doesn't matter, I can make more money on my own. There would never be another you though, I can't lose you Hermione, nothing is worth that."
"You idiot! I love you, you really think I'd marry you out of pity?! And I may be a bloody noble Gryffindor but I'm also a Marauder and selfish enough not to let you go! And I'm told I do have some moderate intelligence, you told me you loved me before the bloody will was read. I'm not so stupid as to think you can see the future!" She stepped closer and poked him hard in the chest. "It's not about the money, it's about the fact that this was a very big issue and you didn't tell me! I had to find out about this through a letter from Ron's mother! Do you have any idea how that made me feel? I'm reading a letter from a woman who's like a second mother to me and she's offering me comfort over trouble the man I'm in love with hasn't bothered to tell me about." Her voice was strained, as if tears and fury were fighting for space to be heard.
"I'm sorry, I really am. I did not want you to feel like that, I wanted to protect you...I wanted to be someone you could be proud of." Draco's chest hurt, he hated the thought of Hermione upset and he hated the thought of her being sad even more. "I should have told you and I apologize that I didn't but believe when I say that it wasn't that I didn't trust you or that I like keeping secrets. I really believed this was something I could handle on my own."
She thumped a fist lightly on his chest once then let it rest there, just over his heart. "For such a cunning Slytherin you really have the most horribly severe moments of idiocy. I already am proud of you and very proud to call you mine, despite this appalling slip into brainlessness."
He let out a breath of purest relief and took a step closer so that he could wrap his arms around him. "I am yours and I'm very, very sorry. I promise that I'll never keep anything like this from you ever again."
She leaned against him. "You'd better not or I'll be investing in a ferret cage."
"You have my word." He kissed her gently. "No blasted ferret cage will be needed." Draco turned to his godfather. "You've had your fun now, the least you can do is offer us some of that tea."
"You are quite capable of summoning your own." Snape lifted a brow at his godson. "Then again perhaps the idiocy you indulged in lingered so it might be best if Miss Granger did it."
Hermione bit the inside of her lip, her cheek light pink in embarrassment. She hadn't realized Snape was even in the room. "Er I beg your pardon for making a scene professor."
"No need Miss Granger, stupidity after all, must be dealt with when one finds it other wise it grows and spreads. Five points to Gryffindor for ending Draco's madness."
Draco had to bite his tongue as not to reply with a scathing remark. Instead he conjured his own steaming pot of Darjeeling and sipped the perfect tea while glaring at his head of house and offering Hermione another delicate cup.
She took it with a small smile though she was just a tiny bit thrown by Snape's teasing. Yes during the Yule celebration and around Harry she'd seen a softer side to the potions master but never like this. She didn't know if he was changing due to the removal of the dark mark and his enslavement to Voldemort, his relationship with Harry, or if this was just how he was around...family but it was a pleasant change.
Snape studied the two teenagers calmly. "If we are quite done with the saccharine sweetness for the moment perhaps the issue at hand would be better addressed? I have but one question that needs answering before we delve into the foul workings of wizarding law. Do the two of you intend to marry at some point or no?"
"I...Well...Um...Yes?" Draco was bumbling like the idiot Snape accused him of being. "I mean we haven't discussed it but for me...I would very much like to marry Hermione some day." He gave her a shy look and hurried to take another sip of tea, only to burn his tongue.
Hermione looked over at him and spoke softly. "Yes. Whenever he asks, my answer will be yes."
"Then might I suggest that you simply go through the legalities of it, unless the two of you think you'll fall out of favor with each other?" Snape took a sip of tea to wait for the reaction to that.
"Are you daft?" Draco turned to Snape, eyes narrowed and practically hissing. "Fall out of favor...Who's the idiot really? I will never want someone else. I found the best of the best and there's no way I'm letting go."
Hermione nodded. "I honestly can not see myself in the future without Draco. No matter how angry we're likely to make each other at some point, he's it for me."
Snape nodded, "Then marry. There is no need to wait in regards to the legality of it. The will only states that he must be married, it does not say you have to live together, sleep with each other, or any other such trapping of marriage until the two of you are ready for that."
"Um Severus, I would marry Hermione today if she'd have me but there's still this pesky little clause to think about. As much as I hate to say and I really do hate it Hermione doesn't fulfill the breeding part of the clause." Draco looked down at the floor, feeling ashamed even for mentioning it.
She reach over and took his hand in hers, letting him know she wasn't bothered by his stating the truth. And it was the truth. She was no pureblood witch.
"Not yet she does not." Snape took as sip. "To be considered of proper breeding in accordance to the will she need only be a part of a pureblooded family. It does not state in any way that she must be born as a pureblood." He waited for the other shoe to drop and Draco to realize what he was getting at.
Hermione frowned briefly before her expression cleared and she beamed at Snape as she got the implication.
It wasn't long after that Draco got it too and his eyes narrowed in consideration. "Clever...very clever Uncle Severus. You do have your bright moments buried underneath all that snark. Now we only needed to find a willing family." Draco scratched his cheek as he thought. "Mother can't adopt you, I know all the jokes going on about pureblood's and inbreeding but I do think even the Ministry would frown upon sibling incest...Even the adopted kind."
Snape took a sip of his tea. "And considering the hole they are already in the Ministry is not likely to be feeling very gracious at the moment."
Hermione frowned, tapping her chin. "So who should we ask?"
Outside the door Ron started to grin manically, causing Harry to raise an eyebrow. "You don't even feel the slightest bit guilty about following Hermione and listening in do you?"
"Nope, why should I mate? Just think of the entertainment we would have missed, groveling Malfoy. I think I'm going to replay it in my mind over and over again." Ron's grin grew even wider. "Besides I think this will give me a chance to be the hero, saving the day again...It gets sort of addictive doesn't it?"
Harry bumped him in the arm. "You're starting to get scary, I think your Slytherin is corrupting you."
"Hey let he who is without Slytherin cast the first stone, now come on." Ron grabbed Harry by the arm and pulled him into the potions classroom.
Snape merely lifted a brow. "Somehow I am not surprised to see the two of you here."
Hermione turned towards the door. Recognizing a gleam in Ron's eyes, she pointed a stern finger at him. "You listened in didn't you!"
"Of course we did." Ron nodded. "Harry was so worried when you left all huffy like that and so to ease his mind and protect you mind you we found it our duty as your best friends to follow you and make sure you were okay."
Harry rolled his eyes.
"I am a very protective brother Hermione, you better get used to it." Ron grabbed her pointed finger and placed a little kiss on her fingertip.
"I've been dealing with you for five years already so...did you say brother?"
Snape's lips twitched and he met Harry's eyes, sharing the amusement.
Harry smiled softly back and winked at him.
"Well come on Mione, you're practically a Weasley already." Ron smiled at her and actually cackled when Malfoy growled when he didn't let go of the finger he had kissed quickly enough. "You know mum will welcome you into the family officially with open arms and enough hugs to keep you unable to breathe properly for a month. We're a right brood already, you think one more slip of a little girl is going to make a difference?"
The bushy haired brunette squealed and leaped at Ron, giving him a hard hug. "You really mean it? You're sure you parents would agree? And oh...oh dear." She pulled back from the hug, chewing on her bottom lip. "What about my parents?"
"You know that both mum and dad will be all over this like a bear on blueberry jam and as for your parents, this really doesn't change anything. I'm not even sure a wizard adoption is recognized in the muggle world?" Ron looked at Snape questioningly. "Do you know the law regarding this professor?"
The dark haired man nodded. "It's recognized but there have often been clauses such as Draco is facing in various contracts in the past so it is treated much as split families are in the muggle world today. Both sets of parents have equal rights in regards to a minor child but, if memory serves, Miss Granger has already reached her majority so there should be no legal issues. What Miss Granger is thinking of, I believe, is her parents' feelings."
Hermione nodded. "How on earth do I go about telling them this?" She turned to Draco, "And they'll want to meet you and your mother, how do we do that? They can't come to Hogwarts or Hogsmeade and it's dangerous for you and your mother to go into muggle public while Voldemort and your aunt are out there. Even Diagon is risky." She flopped back into her seat next to Draco, brow furrowed in thought, mind already picking apart options and ideas.
"I'm not sure but we don't do anything until you have spoken to them." Draco took her hand in his. "And this is much more important then Voldemort, Death Eaters and crazy aunts, of course both mother and I will go into the muggle world to meet your parents."
Snape cleared his throat even as he got up to start rearranging a few things on a shelf. "That, may not be particularly necessary."
Hermione looked at him, stopped before she could kiss Draco's cheek for being a darling. "Sir?"
"I have a home, in Spinner's End. Though it sits in a muggle neighborhood it is, for all intents and purposes, a wizarding house. It is heavily warded, connected to only Hogwarts by floo, and is the second most secure residence of its kind in England. You can arrange for the meeting to take place there."
Hermione's mouth dropped open and she stared at Snape's back as he continued to busily arrange potion ingredients that were already perfectly organized. Had Professor Snape truly just offered to let his home play host to her parents meeting the Malfoys?
"Thank you very much Severus, this means a lot." Draco squeezed Hermione's hand. He was truly grateful to his godfather.
Harry was impressed to and had to stop himself from throwing himself at the potions master right there.
Suddenly something dawned on Draco and his already ivory skin paled. "Oh Merlin...I'm going to marry a Weasley."
Ron looked extremely triumphant.
Hermione's lips twitched at the horror in that statement. "Apparently so." She leaned back in her seat. "Funny I always wanted an older brother, now I'll have four. Ron you don't count because I'm older than you by a few months and I'm not claiming Percy until he pulls his head out of his," she cleared her throat delicately, "Well you know."
"Well since Perc is nothing but a gigantic arse there's not much he can pull his head out of, I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you." Ron's grin slipped away when he thought of his idiot brother, during the Holidays he had heard his mother cry about the fact that Percy had sent all his gifts back unopened.
The girl gave him a gentle look, understanding where the smile had gone. "If you like I can hex him into a tortoise, Molly can keep him in the backyard."
"I'll keep that in mind, maybe we could present him to mum with a ribbon around his shell for her birthday." He smiled at her. "Let's just work of getting you into the fold first."
Draco groaned.
Hermione poked him in the side. "Quit that. Better to have me as a Weasley than not at all yes?"
"Yes, yes it's definitely the better choice...I will never wear the jumper though." Draco said.
"Don't worry, mum only knits for people she actually likes, I think you're safe." Ron replied.
"Stop it both of you." Harry fought to hide his grin. "Ron, gloating like that is not an attractive quality. And Malfoy, be grateful."
Hermione gave him a nod. "Thank you Harry."
Snape shelved a book. "In any case if Draco does end up getting one of the Weasley sweaters he will find himself wearing it. Molly has a way of exerting that sort of control."
Draco didn't say anything more, he knew when he was beaten. And he wasn't really upset...not truly. If the Weasley's would help him get his happily ever after then he would be eternally grateful.
Hermione stood up. "I need to go write my parents," she pointed at Ron, "you will write Molly," she leaned down to buss a kiss on Draco's cheek, "and you do go tell your mother please?" She marched up to where Professor Snape stood. "Sir?"
He turned, dark brow lifted in question and found himself gawking at her when she gave him a short, hard hug.
"Thank you so very much."
Every male in the room watched her clip out of the room with reactions varying from Snape's utter shock to a form of mild terror spiced adoration.
After the silence had stretched out for quite some time Draco cleared his throat. "Right...So Weasley, we should probably go and do as we're told. I'll find mother and you'll write Molly."
Ron nodded and the two boys practically fled the room leaving Harry to grin happily at his loved one. "So you're running around getting hugs from women now...Should I be worried?"
The older man sniffed and moved to lean on the podium at the front of the classroom. "Hardly. I have done my good deed for the year. Now I am free to be as foul tempered and evil natured as I like."
Harry walked over and leaned closer to Snape, breathing against his neck. "Lucky me then...I like foul tempered and evil natured, I like it a lot."
Severus tilted his head just a bit, allowing Harry better access, despite the high collar of his robes. One long hand fell to the youth's waist, it's owner smiling at the fact that it was finally a proper waist and not far too slender for his significant other's age and activity level. "Mmm good, because this particular foul tempered, evil natured bastard has no intentions of letting you get away from him."
"Mmm, and I have no will to get away." He swirled his tongue in the hollow behind Snape's ear. Harry leaned his hands on the podium behind Snape, pressing himself even closer to the other. He loved every moment he could steal with Severus.
"Well as we're in accord," Snape turned in a handy little twist and had their positions reversed, Harry up against the podium and himself pressing against the younger brunette. He slid his hands along Harry's sides, nipping underneath the outer robe to map out the contours of lean t-shirt clad muscle. He slipped his thigh in between Harry's and pressed up softly.
Harry's head fell back and he rocked against Severus with a soft moan. "I do like that, being in accord is very nice indeed." Harry fisted his hands in Snape's robes until he could capture the other's lips.
An approving growl came from Snape as he let Harry claim his mouth. He was more than happy to let his younger lover take initiative, as a matter of fact he relished it. His hands slipped down to cup Harry's ass as their tongues tangled together and they forgot precisely where they were.
Harry had just hiked his right leg up to wrap around Snape's waist and moaned loudly into his mouth when there was an Eeep behind them and the sound of books hitting the floor.
Snape's head shot up and he looked over his shoulder at the third year who was standing gape-mouthed staring at them. Just that fast the evil potions professor made himself known as he snarled at the student. "Get out!"
The student looked wildly from Snape to Harry and back again before turning on his heel and sprinting out of the room, leaving the dropped books behind on the floor.
Harry buried his burning face in the crook of Severus' neck. He wasn't embarrassed at having been caught with Snape but being caught practically dry humping said man was a little daunting. "We've scarred that poor soul for life."
The older man's hands moved to much more kosher territory and pressed a kiss to Harry's head. "I somehow doubt that. You'd be surprised what I find some first years getting up to in the corridors. And neither Slytherin nor Gryffindor has the most offenders."
"First years? They're twelve for Merlin's sake." Harry looked shocked as he took a small step away to straighten his robes. "I bet it's Hufflepuff that are the sexfiends, the calmest water and all that." Harry was aware that he was babbling but it was getting more difficult to stop each time, he was a healthy teenage boy and he was very attracted to his lover.
"However did you guess?" Snape only had to make a couple of simple tugs on his robes and his prominent problem caused by the impromptu make-out session was successfully concealed. "I believe it is a muggle saying 'It is always the quiet ones.' that best sums it up."
Harry shuddered at the thought of tiny yellow puffs getting it on but it least it helped to cool down his blood. "We'll I should probably let you get back to work. I have Divination next and we can't let professor Trelawney miss out on a chance to prophesize my gruesome and untimely death now can we?" He grinned crookedly.
"It would ruin her day, no matter how wrong she repeatedly is." Snape let his gaze trace Harry's features. "Do try not to get yourself into any life-threatening situations before dinner."
"I'll try to be good and you better not get yourself kidnapped either." Harry walked up and kissed Snape quickly and then walked towards the door. "I'll see you later." He waved and slipped out of the class room.
Snape had to wipe the smile from his face before another little twit came in and saw him as less than the terrifying potions master that they all feared.
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