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The Nothing I've Become (Areas of Expertise II)	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 18628 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Two - Like open doors leading you down

Severus Snape sat alone in his house at Spinner's End. A bottle of Old Ogden's Special Reserve sat on the table in front of him, but he wasn't drinking. He found it difficult to even look at the bottle, remembering the last time he had shared this drink with someone, remembering what had happened after they had drunk...

He opened his legs slightly, feeling the ache in his shaft. For years he had been celibate, (but for occasional unpleasant moments with the Dark Lord), and the sudden upswing in the action he had seen this past year had left him wanting more. Wanting Harry.

He thought of the boy's taut body, his strong thighs gripping Severus as they become one. He gulped, angrily rising and shoving the bottle back into the dark cupboard it had been stored in. He paced in front of the fire, annoyed with himself for still desiring the Gryffindor.

It had never been intended to be a long term thing, just a way to fulfil Albus' plans. His stomach clenched as he thought of the dead wizard. Dumbledore had twisted, manipulated, used those around him for what he called 'noble reasons', but now he was dead, dead by Severus' hand (well, wand).

Yet still he wanted Harry Potter. Wanted him in his bed, wrapping his hands around Snape's cock - fingers cupping his balls and stroking along his length before curling around his wet tip and squeezing; wanted the lad to ride his prick ' head thrown back, body trembling with arousal, nipples hard and sore from Severus' attentions; wanted Harry's mouth sucking on him - licking and nibbling, and humming, and making those little noises that always brought Severus to his climax.

He glared down at his throbbing cock. It had been nearly a week since Albus' death, and he had wanked himself sore remembering Harry's tight arse. He refused to surrender to such base passion again.

He had been celibate for years before the boy had changed his life, he could be so again. He tried to convince himself that his head had merely been turned by the boy's youth and willingness. He had not loved the brat. No. Definitely not.

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Hermione was walking with Ron back to the Gryffindor Common Room. She was thinking, her brow wrinkled. Ron thought she looked adorable but went red merely at the thought.

'I keep thinking we've missed something.' She said as they neared the Fat Lady.

'Like what?' Ron asked before addressing the picture: 'Audentis fortuna iuvuo.' He went on, 'Neither of us is likely to bring up that he was shagging Snape last year, the Room of Requirement is empty. All the stuff that could link him to Snape we're going to go through. What's left?'

They passed through the portrait hole and stood for a moment looking at each other in the red and gold room. Seamus called out to them, but neither heard.

Hermione shook her head. 'I don't know; that's what's worrying me. Cos I know there's something.'

Ron tugged on her arm, pulling her up the stairs towards the boys' dormitories. He ignored the cat calls coming from some of the other students. 'Come on,' he suggested, 'have a look. Reassure yourself there's really nothing. You won't feel happy til you do.'

The boys' dormitory was cramped - all of Harry's belongings from the Room of Requirement had been put there. Boxes were stored on the boy's bed, and one had tipped over, and its contents spread across the floor. Hermione entered, still lost in her thoughts and skidded on a piece of parchment.

'What the'?!' she yelped as she managed to right herself by grabbing the nearest post: one at the end of Harry's over-loaded bed. She clung on as more items hit the floor and slid across the stones.

Ron grabbed her and held her.

For a moment they clung together, eyes fixed on one another. Ron pulled away first.

He cleared his throat. 'Err, you all right now?'

A little flustered, Hermione patted her wild hair and nodded. She turned to the piles of belongings. 'What a mess! How did Harry manage to accumulate all of this? He was only living there for a year!'

Ron shrugged, and began lifting out piles of parchment. 'I guess this is all his school work.' He commented, unwillingly settling on his own bed and beginning to go through it.

Hermione rooted through the other open box, stooping to pick up those items closest to her that were cluttering up the floor. She gave a stifled sob as she gazed at one item. Ron looked up, saw the tense back and got up.

'What is..? Oh.' He looked down at the picture, magically taken by Pomfrey less than a month ago. A picture of Sapphire. She was curled into a ball, a thumb in her mouth. Her other hand opened and closed gently. The faintest sound of Harry's heart could be heard coming from the magical photograph.

'Ohh, Sapphire'' Hermione sobbed. 'Ron, what are we going to do? Harry doesn't even remember her.'

'We will.' Ron said, sounding determined. 'And, one day, when Harry's well again, we'll show him this, and he can mourn her properly.'

Hermione managed a wan smile. ''Til then, we'd better hide this somewhere safe.'

***

'The protection on the boy's life ends when he turns seventeen.' Voldemort was once again stroking is chin, his red eyes considering.

'My Severus, I doubt the Order has much faith in you now, however I do desire to know how they will attempt to rescue him from his Muggle relatives.'

Snape looked up. 'My Lord,' he began softly, 'it is not entirely sure whether or not he will visit them this year at all. The trauma of his loss will, I imagine, make his protectors reluctant to allow him off Hogwarts' grounds.'

He sincerely hoped so. He hoped the Order had enough sense to keep Harry safe at the school, and balls to the stupid blood protection. Much good had it done him so far.

'Oh, they will return him home. They still believe in that ridiculous notion of Dumbledore's of the power of love. They will return him to the bosom of his loving family for one last time. And then he will be ours for the taking.' He dropped one hand into Snape's black hair. 'I want you, my Severus, to find out when they plan to move him, and how.' His sharp nails scratched against the other man's scalp.

Snape nodded. 'As you desire, my Lord.'

'Yesssssssssssssss.' Voldemort hissed. 'And now I find I desire something else of you, my Severus.'

Snape shut down his mind and moved between the other's knees. Doing this brought him no pleasure, only self-loathing, but he would do it, if only to ensure Voldemort trusted him. That way he could best protect the stubborn Gryffindor who should never have been brought into this war'

***

Hours later, Ron slumped against a bed post, rubbing his eyes. Both he and Hermione had spent a good portion of the afternoon crying or holding back tears. Going through the remnants of their friend's life this year had been a difficult task, but one that someone had had to do. Now they had a neat pile of items to be kept, and a much larger (and more untidy) heap of unwanted belongings.

'Dobby.' Ron said tiredly.

At once the elf appeared. 'Master Ronald Weasley, sir,' the elf said in his squeaky voice, 'How can Dobby help you?'

Hermione waved wearily at the pile. 'Dobby, all of this stuff needs to be burnt. No one must ever look at it. Do you understand? Please, can you deal with it?'

The elf bowed, the vast number of hats he wore wobbling precariously. 'Of course, Miss Hermione Granger. Dobby can. Dobby is glad to help Harry Potter's friends.'

Hermione nodded and thanked the other. The elf (and the pile of Harry's rejected items) vanished.

'We can trust him, can't we?' Hermione asked 'To get rid of it all, and to keep none of it? We both know how he feels about Harry.'

Ron rubbed his eyes again. 'I'm sure we can, but I think it was a good idea not to mention who those things belonged to.' He paused, then, hands quivering a little, he massaged her stiff shoulders. 'Better?'

She sighed. 'I still think we've forgotten something.'
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