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Chelicerata	By : Pheobi Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 22237 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Sunday
Draco smiled arrogantly at Harry as he sauntered into the hospital wing. “So, Weasley said you want to kiss me.” The blonde sounded cocky and pleased; he reminded Harry vaguely of Lockhart at moments like this. “I must say, I’m not surprised. Though I wish it weren’t occurring in the hospital wing, with an audience.”
Harry sighed, looking annoyed. This was precisely why he hadn’t wanted to kiss Malfoy and had turned down the blonde’s advances. He was just so annoying! “Look, Malfoy. I don’t want to kiss you. I just need to see if I’m a…a…”
“Chelicerata.” Hermione supplied helpfully.
Draco’s eyes widened; his mouth opened and closed a few times before he could finally manage to speak. “You’re serious about that?” Everyone in the room nodded, looking nervous, except Snape who snorted in disbelief. “Well, I don’t particularly want to be poisoned…” Draco hedged, looking a bit unnerved.
“Poppy removed the venom.” Harry gestured to a nearly-full vial on the table beside him. “It’s just a matter of seeing if I…slice your tongue up.” Harry winced, hating this. He didn’t really want to hurt anyone; even Draco. “I sort of did it to Zach yesterday, so…”
Draco laughed delightedly. “Oh, wonderful. The little prick deserves it!” He grinned dangerously at Harry. “He was bragging about how he’d be shagging you inside of two weeks as soon as you agreed to go to Hogsmeade with him.”
Harry flushed darkly, horrified. Zacharias had seemed so sweet! Maybe he didn’t feel so bad about slicing his tongue up after all...no, he still felt bad. He was just also pissed off now. “So will you kiss me or not, Malfoy?” He forced out between gritted teeth, embarrassed and angry and miserable over the whole thing. “I don’t particularly want to do this, but I would like to know.”
Instead of answering, Draco kissed Harry quickly. Harry parted his lips slightly and Draco’s tongue swept into his mouth. He resisted the urge to jerk his head back; the blonde boy tasted almost as awful as Zach had. A sour, vile taste…like Skelegrow, almost. He felt Draco’s tongue brush over his again and fought down a shudder of disgust. Suddenly the metallic taste of blood washed away Draco’s unpleasant flavor and Harry waited. But Draco didn’t pull back right away, so Harry instinctively lashed out. He flicked his tongue out, lashing the roof of Draco’s mouth. The other boy cried out, jerking back with a glare.
Harry turned his head and spit blood onto the floor before glaring back. “Next time, try removing your tongue from my mouth before I feel the need to remove it from yours!” He snarled at the other boy as Poppy went about healing the sulking blonde. Then, to the others in the room, he explained. “Zach’s tongue tasted worse, but Malfoy not pulling back made me want to hurt him. I just wanted him away from me.”
“Do not worry, Harry!” Albus told him cheerfully. “I have a brilliant idea to help find your mate; trust me!” Harry just groaned.
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Monday
Harry stared at the flier on the wall in horror. It was black paper with gaudy gold writing on it, in huge letters. It said, “Monday, December 22nd, in the Great Hall, there will be a meeting to search for the destined Mate of Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived! All those interested in seeing if they belong at Harry Potter’s side are welcome!” Underneath that, in small red letters, it said, “There is a risk of injury and possible blood loss and poisoning. Staff will be present to ensure the safety of all those involved.” Harry wanted to just curl up in a ball and cry. Trust the Headmaster to have such an insane plan.
“Oy, mate, it’s not so bad.” Ron tried to bolster his spirits, but his voice wasn’t particularly confident, or cheerful. In an attempt to be helpful, he added. “Besides, maybe you’ll actually find your Mate! That’d make it all worth it, wouldn’t it?”
“I guess.” Harry sulked about how much his life sucked as Ron and Hermione dragged him towards the Great Hall. “I just wish my whole life wasn’t a bloody spectacle.” He added, feeling like he’d spent every other day since he turned 11 in the spotlight. Couldn’t he be normal for once?
This wish, unfortunately, was not going to come true. Harry was soon seated on a very ornate chair in the middle of the Great Hall. Poppy quickly drained Harry’s tongue of venom. They intended to cast protective charms on the tongues of anyone kissing Harry, but Poppy wasn’t sure if the charm would prevent Harry’s venom from infecting them. She felt it was better safe than sorry. She really didn’t want to have to treat another student for spider venom. As soon as she was done, they opened the doors and let in the other students.
Harry sighed as the teachers explained that protective charms would be cast on students wishing to kiss Harry. They also explained that anyone who was not Harry’s Mate would likely feel pain, even if the charm protected them from injury. In the event that a charm broke, or was cast improperly, Madam Pomfrey would be nearby to heal them. Hermione squeezed Harry’s hand tightly as the staff began casting charms. Ron gave him a tight smile. Harry just groaned and waited; the sooner this was over, the happier he’d be.
Three hours – and a great many kisses – later, Harry was ready to scream. He’d requested a large, self-refilling glass of water and a bucket so he could swish out his mouth and spit after each kiss. It seemed to annoy those who were kissing him, but Harry didn’t really care. They made his mouth taste bad and he wasn’t going to sit there with a vile taste in his mouth if he didn’t absolutely have to. He knew he was getting frustrated because in the last 20 minutes or so he’d started taking immense satisfaction in the pained looks people got after kissing him. The charms prevented his tongue from actually cutting anyone, but it still wasn’t pleasant to – essentially, anyway – lick a pile of razor blades. The more pleasure Harry took in their suffering, the less patience he knew he had left.
Terry Boot – a Ravenclaw boy in Harry’s year – used up the last of Harry’s patience. He apparently had missed the speech about the importance of the protective charm. Or perhaps he was confident that he was Harry’s Mate. Or maybe he was just stupid. Whatever the reason, he approached Harry cockily and leaned in for a kiss. Harry sighed and parted his lips, wincing as the offensive tongue slipped into his mouth. Terry tasted like three-day-old sweat socks and Harry shuddered, trying not to gag. He felt Terry’s tongue slide over his and startled as blood filled his mouth. The other boy jerked back with a scream, clutching his mouth.
Harry scowled darkly and quickly swished his mouth out. “Madam Pomfrey!” He called out, temper lacing his voice with bitterness. “I think Terry needs healing.”
The Mediwitch bustled over, clucking her tongue. “Silly boy!” She admonished as she had Terry open his mouth. Then she groaned and shook her head. “Come, Mr. Boot. We need to get you to the hospital wing.” She turned to Snape. “Severus, dear, could you please come deal with Harry for me? He’s secreting venom again and I don’t want to have anyone else poisoned. Thankfully Mr. Boot doesn’t seem to be as bad off as Mr. Smith was.” She looked sternly at Terry. “Do not swallow any blood, Mr. Boot. You won’t like the consequences if you do.”
Looking terrified, Terry nodded and followed Madam Pomfrey out of the Great Hall. Severus, meanwhile, made his way to Harry’s side. Harry sulked at the stern Potion’s Master. “He should have had a charm on.” He told Snape, then stuck out his tongue petulantly when Snape merely raised an eyebrow.
Severus immediately began extracting the venom from Harry’s tongue. The process took several minutes and Harry glared at the students who were staring at him over Snape’s shoulder. It wasn’t a particularly pleasant process for Harry. While he didn’t mind the feel of Snape’s wand pressing into his tongue (Madam Pomfrey’s wand had bothered him far more), he didn’t like the feeling of his tongue losing venom. It felt like something important – a protection, really – was missing from him. It left him feeling slightly vulnerable. Still, he’d grown more accustomed to the feeling over the last three days and knew he had to tolerate it. Not, of course, that that meant he was happy about it.
Once it was done, Severus stood and addressed the students. “Mr. Potter is now venom-free and is once again safe to kiss, though I would strongly advise a protective charm. While he is not poisonous right now, his tongue can still inflict a great deal of damage.” He sneered nastily at the students grouped before him. “Of course, if you feel the urge to be incredibly stupid, like Mr. Boot, please do not allow me – or common sense – to stop you. Feel free to injure yourselves as much as you like.”
The students were all looking at each other fearfully. It had been one thing to hear the others speak of how sharp Harry’s tongue felt. It was quite another altogether to see someone led away, bleeding and poisoned, after kissing Harry. Sure, they had heard of the risks…but to actually see it happen was very different. Harry sighed; perhaps this ordeal would be over sooner than he thought. It seemed no one wanted to kiss Harry anymore. Harry wasn’t complaining. It wasn’t as if any of them had tasted pleasant, after all. He was certainly not enjoying this little escapade any.
With a sneer worthy of Snape gracing his face, Harry said. “Well, if you’re all quite done with shoving your tongues in my mouth then, I’ll just be going. Have a lovely day.”
“Wait!” Ginny’s voice pealed through the air as she stepped forward, a determined gleam in her eyes. Harry froze half-way out of his seat. He’d been hoping she wouldn’t try to participate today; he really thought of the girl as a sister, like Hermione. “I’ll kiss you, Harry.” She gave the students around her scathing looks when several of them gasped and tried to pull her back. “I’m certainly not afraid.” She stated proudly, her nose in the air.
Harry sank back down into the chair he’d started to rise from and nodded in a resigned way. “If you must, Ginny.” He said, feeling miserable.
With a stubborn look on her face, Ginny approached Harry. She leaned forward to kiss him and Harry opened his mouth, a bit reluctantly. Her lips were soft against his and Harry felt her tongue brush lightly over his. She tasted like lemons and salt and vinegar. Not the worst he’d tasted, but still very unpleasant. He felt her tongue flinch as it touched his and waited for her to pull back. She didn’t and so Harry started to. Suddenly slender fingers clenched in his hair, holding him captive, and Ginny determinedly brushed her tongue against his again. Feeling trapped, as he had with Malfoy, Harry instinctively lashed out. He flicked his tongue into Ginny’s mouth, grazing the roof of her mouth. She flinched again and Harry tasted blood, but the determined little witch still didn’t release Harry.
Furious, he made a circular motion with his tongue inside her mouth. He felt it cut into the insides of her cheeks and the roof of her mouth again. The taste of blood grew stronger as it filled his mouth. This time she let go, pulling back with a sharp cry. Harry eyed her coldly and swiftly rinsed the blood from his mouth. Ginny stood, tears pouring down her cheeks, with her hands holding her bleeding mouth. She stared at Harry with a look of hurt and betrayal.
“Do not attempt to force yourself on me.” Harry’s tone was icy. “I assure you that while the protection charm may save your tongue, if I find you offensive I will happily shred the rest of your mouth in order to get you off of me.”
As Ginny ran off to the hospital wing, still in tears, the other students were once again looking fearfully at Harry. His life really did suck.
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