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Working in Kind	By : VSBree Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 14441 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author's Note: Okay, because I'm a giver...here's another chapter just for you!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and characters. All rights are reserved to J.K. Rowling and publishers. I am not profiting from this fan fiction.
Chapter Warning: a little huffy-puffy in this one ;)
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Working in Kind
Chapter Three – Fire Whiskey
“Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.” -Ernest Hemingway
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It was a day before the students were due to arrive. Harry made his way down the corridor to set up the classroom for the first day's lesson plan. His arms were overwhelmed with material and books all boxed away for easier carrying. Yes, Harry was a wizard and levitating the items or sizing them smaller would have been a very wizard like thing to do, but he carried them in his arms, the muggle way – the Harry way.
It was perfectly fine just as it was; that is, until he went headlong into another body, and the box went flying from his arms, skidding across the floor, and scattering books and papers alike in its wake. Severus Snape stood with his usual scornful gaze but flicked his wand out and assembled the box before turning on Harry.
“Are you not a wizard Harry,” he said mockingly. “Start acting like one.”
Harry slid passed him to pick up the box, his defiance readily shown on his face. “Its no bother. I believe in doing things when you can. No need to always turn to magic.”
“You are insufferable.”
“And proud of it,” he said turning, box in hand, and stalked back towards the classroom. Steady footsteps fell in line with his. Severus appeared on his left, walking in perfect unison with him. Bloody show off...him and those long legs. Harry had to do everything he could just to keep the pace but Severus looked to be walking it with such ease.
“Do you have time this evening,” he asked brusquely.
Harry stopped before turning on the man. His guard was up. “Do you need assistance with yet another potion?”
“No,” Severus replied curtly as he stood before Harry with an nonchalant gaze. “I entertained the idea of sharing a late night drink with you. However, if you are otherwise occupied...”
“No!” Harry said a little too quickly and with much more enthusiasm than necessary. He cleared his throat and turned his eyes away, cursing under his breath. Turning back to Severus, he did his best to appear aloof. “I mean, no plans at present. What time should I come by?”
“I prefer my brandy before eight, would that deem acceptable?” Severus was taunting him as Harry could see it dancing in the man's eyes. He knew that Harry had no other plans, and Harry knew that his eagerness to spend time together was written all over his face. However, Harry did his best to appear unaffected and merely nodded his head.
“Yes, shall I meet you in your quarters at seven then?”
Severus did not reply. Disappearing behind Harry, he stalked away and his silence the only answer. Harry honestly did not understand the tall potion's professor. It was never much of a normal question and then answer type of chat, but Harry found that if it was otherwise, it would be very much unlike Severus. Harry smiled to himself and headed toward the classroom with a new lift to his step.
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Before he could head off to Severus' personal quarters, Harry received a reply note from Hermione.
Dear Harry,
All the luck to you on your first day tomorrow. Ronald says, and I quote, “You probably won't bugger it up too much.” I am not much for his choice of words, but we are cheering for you. I know you will be a great professor for your students.
We look forward to hearing stories about Hogwarts. I fear that it is busy here with the plans for the wedding, and Mrs. Weasley has been beside herself with the arrangements. However, it seems that everyone is happy enough.
We love you.
Hermione
Laughing before tucking the note away in his pocket, Harry hurried out the door to meet with Severus.
When he arrived at the man's door, he hesitated feeling the onset of nervousness. Licking his lips, he rolled his hand into a fist and held it just before the door. He hesitated again as his nerves got the better of him. He was a Gryffindor for bloody sake! He straightened his back and cleared his throat. Just as he was about to knock, the door flew open, and one very impatient potion's professor stood before him.
“For Merlin's sake, do you intend to stand at my door all evening?” Severus turned on his heels and stalked back inside. Harry had stopped breathing in shock but suddenly inhaled and followed the other man inside.
The room was elegantly adorned with expensive antique furniture, a fire hearth already lit with a blazing fire, and a tray of treats to sit at a table nearest the couch. Harry swallowed but took a seat on the couch and continued to look about the room. The colors were more pastel coloration which surprised Harry more than anything to date had.
“Its much more showy than I thought it would be,” Harry said absently. “Much more vibrant...”
“I do not, in fact, relish in dark colors and sleep in a coffin, Mister Potter.”
Harry chuckled. It was not like Severus to crack any sort of joke, so it felt like two adult mates meeting for a drink. It made Harry somewhat relax back into the couch despite his growing nerves. He drew up a big breath before turning to meet the other man's eyes.
“I would have never in my wildest dreams think I would see the inside of your rooms,” Harry stated softly. Severus came to sit beside him, which had him scooting over a bit in surprise, and regarded him with a smirk. It felt entirely too intimate now that the man was so close. Harry shook away the thoughts.
“A very subjective statement that could very easily be misinterpreted, Harry,” Severus said close to his ear. Harry gasped and drew back. His body was attacked with a series of shivers at the seductive undertone in Severus' statement.
“Ah, yeah,” he stuttered out lamely. Severus was much more of a mature man than he was. He protectively drew his arms about him, trying to maintain a nonchalance whilst doing so.
Now that Harry had a closer inspection of the man, he noticed Severus did not fashion his regular teaching robes. In fact, Severus was only wearing a simple shirt and trousers. The muscles were well defined beneath the tightness of the simple t-shirt, and Harry had to do his best not to stare at the way the older man's contours were appeasing to the eye. He had been correct to assume that Severus was much more shapely than he had first believed. The muscle definition spoke of many days taking great care to work them to obtain such quality.
Doing his best to not drool, Harry continued to appraise the man before him. Severus had an angular face, strong and aristocratic in design. His skin was unblemished and appeared to be like porcelain. His fingers itched to touch it, running inquisitive fingertips along the surface. Curling his fingers, he scooted back a bit farther.
Severus watched him with a predatory gaze, his voice low and husky. “You are quite quiet, Harry. I dare say you are in fear I might do something unseemly to you. Do you think my taste runs to boys?”
Harry squeaked in response, but quickly gathered himself and straightened himself to that playful gaze. “I am not a boy! And I could care little what you do and do not have a taste for. I thought you brought me here to share a drink?”
“Indeed,” Severus said pulling out a beautifully engraved pitcher and pouring out an amber liquid into two separate tumblers. He handed one to Harry, and Harry quickly downed it. Coughing, he fought against the burning that flowed down his throat.
“Bloody hell!”
“Have you never had fire whiskey?” Severus said with a hint of a smirk on his lips. He savored his drink, sipping at it gingerly while looking over the glass at Harry.
“That's the first I have had...well the first alcohol I have had really,” he said blushing. He had no idea that alcohol was so disgusting. Why did anyone drink it on a regular basis was beyond him. It tasted of acid.
“Quite innocent you are, Harry. Is it not a fulfillment of youth to disregard rules placed on you and take part in gatherings in which you partake in displays of public affection and complete intoxication?” Severus was appraising him with a look of mischief. Harry was finding that look to be just as intimidating as the man himself. Teasing from Severus was starting to become the new thing between them. Yes, it seems he would always be a boy in the man's eyes. Sighing deeply, he held out his glass.
“Well I did neither. The only public affection I partook in was snogging Cho but otherwise, I have done nothing of the sort.”
“I find that much too hard to believe,” Severus replied seeming a bit surprised by Harry's admission.
“Could I possibly bother you for another?” said Harry as he ignored the man's obvious shock. Well excuse him for thinking of other things like the dark wizard hellbent on killing him or maybe the prophecy where he was to die just to save the rest of the world.
Severus poured him another glass, and modeling the man himself, he took small sips which burned but not nearly to the degree of the first. For long minutes, they sat in silence, cradling their drinks and watching the fire dance an eerie tale within the hearth. It was comforting – the silence. It felt easy and soon, Harry was lost in his own gaze.
A woozy sort of feeling began to fill his head. It was unlike anything he had felt before. It was as if his body was so relaxed that it no longer wished to respond to him. Not right away at least. Tipping his head back and turning to face Severus, he let the relaxation flow through him.
“'rilliant...this fire whiskey. You have pretty eyes and a 'eal manly body. And when you say 'Mister Potter' with that voice, I get goose-flesh...ya know? 'ou're sexy like” he slurred.
“Mister Potter, I do believe you are sloshed,” Severus replied in monotone. It made Harry laugh, probably more than he should. After he was done, he relaxed back into the couch, feeling the swirl of the world about him. It was addicting; the loss of control and feeling of overwhelming courage. He could say or do anything in this moment.
Turning back towards Severus, sobering a bit before speaking. “You know what...I hate being the savior of the wizarding world. I wished I could disappear and be forgotten entirely. Why can't I just be Harry?” His voice was slurring but his determination was unwavering. “When I got offered the job here, I felt a sense of purpose and no longer wished to disappear. It felt like I could come into my own here. Maybe one day I would be Harry Potter, Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Maybe one day, I could have a life...a family of my own.”
Severus was silent at his side until he finished. He then spoke almost softly. Harry blamed it on the whiskey because he was sure Severus would never say the words that he whispered next.
“You can Harry. You will.”
“Thanks professor.” Harry said placing his drink on the table top. He felt the weight of his body and would have fallen forward if not for the arms around his body, keeping him from doing so. Then those arms wrapped him up and into an embrace, so tight he thought he would lose his ability to breath properly.
And then his mouth was being touched by something firm, something soft and moist. It felt heavenly as he curled into the touch, moving his lips along the other to taste it. The friction caused heat to travel through him and his breath to come quicker. A hot, moist tongue pried open his lips and claimed his mouth with fervor, causing him to vocalize his appreciation with a moan. Before he could return it in kind, however, the presence was gone, and then the arms. He swayed backwards, falling to the cushions and slipping into a dark void.
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When Harry awoke, his head pounded fiercely, and his stomach curled ready to explode. He groaned and turned on his side while trying to scoot himself off the soft surface beneath him.
“Drink this,” was said to him from above. The form was hazy, probably due to his missing spectacles, but he would know that voice anywhere. He took the proffered vial and downed the contents. He coughed at the horrid taste that coated his mouth and throat.
“That's horrid!” he said wiping his mouth. But before he could expand more on it, his head cleared and the nausea no longer plagued his stomach. He was offered his spectacles and put them on to look at the man before him. His eyes went wide as he looked about the room. He was wearing the clothes from the night before, but he was no longer in the living room. He was now on a very large, very silky bed spread. “Where am I?”
“My bed,” Harry sputtered and almost lost his balance as he was about to climb over.
“Pardon?”
“My bed. You coincidentally have no tolerance for alcohol and were unconscious not long after your second drink.”
Harry held his head in his hands and then looked to the man standing before him. “I'm sorry, sir. I guess that is the last I will have of fire whiskey.”
“It is a normal reaction,” Severus replied. “You must build your tolerance over time. Regardless, it was no real trouble. You do, however, have to ready for the day as the students are due to arrive in an hours time.”
Harry shot up and immediately headed for the door. Severus stopped him just as he was leaving. “You may use the lavatory, and I shall have your belongings brought to the room. There are towels inside.”
Harry looked over to Severus with his mouth gaping. Unbecoming, he knew. But at the moment, he had very little control. Severus did not give him an opportunity to decline and left the room, closing the door behind him. Harry took a few minutes to gather himself before he spared no time jumping into the shower.
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Harry sat at the head table with the rest of the professors, eying the student body with pride. It was certainly a different feeling sitting at the head table. He felt powerful, but his hands were shaking like a leaf, and he was pretty sure if Minerva made him speak, he would fall all over himself. Severus was sitting next to him at the tabl, but kept his face forward.
“Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This year, Harry Potter is to be teaching our Defense Against the Dark Arts class...” there were excited screams and chatter erupted in the room as a few students stood to look towards Harry at the head table. Severus stiffened next to him, glaring at the student body and effectively silencing them. “Yes, yes it really will be such a treat. However, let us begin the sorting!”
The progression of the first years began and after an hour, finally all were respectively sorted into their houses. Harry smiled as he watched all the smiling faces and the high fives given as congratulations. It reminded him very much of his first day. It was a new, expansive feeling that filled his chest as they began their feast.
Severus was so elegant in his table manners that Harry almost lost all appetite in fear of embarrassing himself. Instead, he merely gazed out at the student body until the velvet voice broke his concentration.
“You need to eat,” Severus said quietly. “Your body will need it for an entire day with these insufferable brats.”
Harry scoffed and shook his head while smiling. “They don't have quite the effect on me as they do you.”
“They will,” Severus warned. Harry turned to watch Severus for a moment and caught the glisten of sauce on the man's lips. It brought up the memory of the night previous. Had it all been a dream? He was not sure since Severus acted as he always did. Shaking the thoughts away, he finally succumbed to eating.
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“Adam Boolisbox?” A boy towards the back raised his hand. His eyes were a sea of blue and his face pale with platinum blond hair falling around it. He was briefly reminded of Draco Malfoy, but soon shook that off and continued down his list.
“My name is Professor Potter,” he said in a slightly louder voice. “I will be your professor for the Defense Against the Dark Arts. I expect that many of you are curious to know just what entails the dark arts...”
A hand went up, mid lecture. He stopped and pointed to the student, “Yes? Was it Natalie Bloom?”
Natalie smiled, “Yes. Um, what was it like fighting...He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?”
Harry sighed and then sat on the front of his desk, crossing his arms. He gave a look around the room seeing the curious gazes directed to him. Many looked eager to hear what he had to say.
“You must have all read it from the Prophet, but I will make this clear, I am not here to talk about the war...I am teaching you how to defend yourself in face of such trials. There will always be a threat. It may not come from a dark wizard, and it may not mean the end of the world...however, it will be a threat to you or your loved ones. Here you will learn the proper way to deal with these situations and how to protect yourselves. Is that understood?”
A collective 'yes' resounded in the room. Harry found himself smiling and nodding his head in response. “Good, then lets begin.”
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The last of the students filed out of the class before Harry was finally alone for a free period. He rubbed his temple and soothed his stiff muscles by allowing them to relax in his chair. He had assigned a foot of parchment to each of his classes expressing one idea they had of the dark arts and why it was as such categorized. He was eager to see what their responses would be but was sure not many were too happy with having coursework on the first day.
Sighing, he took a small sip of tea and read over some of his notes. He heard someone clearing their throat, and his head jerked from his writing.
“It seems you are still among us,” Severus said from the doorway. His body was leaning towards the frame. Smirking, he strode inside and closed the door behind him. Harry dropped his quill as the man approached but quickly picked it up and looked down at his parchment.
“Yeah, barely” he said laughing. He nervously took another sip of his tea.
“Should we discuss your indecency when intoxicated, Mister Potter?”
Harry sputtered and then inhaled before going into a coughing fit. Severus came around the desk and leaned over him, pressing his mouth close to his ear.
“You are certainly easy to stir up, Harry.”
Harry tried to breath through the coughs, leaning away from Severus. “I think I like it better when you were insulting and degrading me.”
Severus upturned in amusement while leaning towards Harry in one fluid movement. “That can certainly be arranged.”
Harry licked his lips and turned away from the predatory gaze. He felt his body already growing hot with need. The way those lips gave way to the most seductive sentences; whether or not the man was meaning to, it was making Harry yearn for much more than he should. Forget that this was Severus Snape we were talking about, but they were in the class room.
“Don't you have better things to do than bother me Severus?”
“You are my responsibility, and I always keep a very close watch on my responsibilities.” Harry shivered and stood from his seat finding the compromising position to be the reason he was reacting so strongly. Feelings of a tongue wrapping itself around his and lips devouring his own were clouding his logical thought.
“Well I am fine,” he said clearing his throat and going to the large chalk board to wipe away the lesson previous. He felt the older man's body behind his own as he erased the 'chicken scratch' before him. A rich as chocolate, good enough to eat, voice whispered into his ear.
“Do you not remember anything at all from our visit the previous evening? Shall I remind you?” Hands snaked their way up his side and traveled to his front to rub over alert nubs. His breath came out in a surprise gasp, and he stopped mid erase. A tongue traced the outside shell of his ears sending bolts down the length of his spine and his knees to grow weak.
“Wha--” he breathed as a soft kiss was pressed to the joining of his neck and shoulder before the other pulled away, leaving a very breathless and dizzy Harry in his wake.
“Join me for another drink this evening, Harry.”
Harry turned, but not quickly enough because Severus was already gone from the room. He stood flabbergasted as the students for his next class began to file in, looks of admiration and love on their faces. Harry straightened and did his best to collect himself before addressing his new class.
End Note: Oh ho ho....well I gave you a little bit of a cliff hanger there...Severus sure knows how to put the sexy on *fans herself* Oh Severus...you are so naughty!!!
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