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New Beginnings	By : VSBree Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 15636 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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AN: This story is mostly told from Harry’s perspective, but I’ll be adding the appropriate amounts of Snape perspective, just in case it seemed a little uneven. Thank you for those that reviewed. I’m excited about the direction this story is taking. It’s been really easy to write so far, so let’s hope it keeps up.
Warning: Jealous Snape ahead! Jealous….angry and totally sexy Snape ahead!
Chapter Three
*
Severus sat for a time pondering the day with Potter. It was without a doubt, and to his mild annoyance, the most entertaining of all the days he had experienced over his many years. It even rivaled some of his fondest memories of being with Lily Evans. This discovery was most disconcerting to Severus, mostly because it was becoming much more difficult to disregard his growing attachment with Potter.
In a mere two days’ time, Potter had somehow burrowed deeply inside of him and uprooted an entire lifetime of misconceptions of Potter and most of all, of himself. Severus never truly believed he was capable of feeling much more than sarcastic animosity to anyone aside from Minerva these days. His overall perception of the world was that there was very little place in it for someone like him; he was better off keeping to himself and his potions.
However, now there was Potter. Severus wasn’t quite sure what he felt for the boy, but it was beyond anything he had felt for another to date – even proving entirely diverse in comparison to Lily. His body had never felt so…stimulated…by the mere presence of Lily as it did with Potter. Another revelation that caused Severus to become increasingly uncomfortable with the prospect of close quarters with the boy.
If the two were not working together, it would be easy enough for Severus to disregard these growing feelings – or so he believed. Truth of the matter was, it was an unfortunate predicament that he found himself in.
As his overall actions thus far had come to insinuate that Severus was no longer in control of himself. He was acting completely without logical thought. Unbidden invitations of involvement were just spewing from him like some sort of broken dam. Thus, to convince himself that he could ignore the boy would mean that he could, in fact, control this newly discovered part of himself.
Quite the predicament indeed.
*
Harry had spent most of the morning reviewing and reorganizing his syllabus before he was taking it to McGonagall’s office.
“You are quite proficient, Harry,” she said with a small smile before looking through the length of the parchment. “I am impressed you were able to turn out a draft this detailed in so little time.”
“Severus helped me through it,” Harry disclosed with a smile. “I probably would have buggered it up otherwise.”
Her smile seemed to increase quite dramatically at his disclosure. “Severus, is it?”
“Oh,” Harry said, recognizing his error. “I mean, Professor Snape was very helpful.”
“Hm,” she hummed with a knowing twinkle in her eyes. “I am most pleased that you two seem to be getting along. Of course, I had assumed as much when Severus was the first to recommend you. Though, I did not require such a recommendation. You are truly gifted in Defense Against the Dark Arts and overwhelmingly qualified.”
He smiled sheepishly, finding it rather difficult to stay still with such compliments.
“Well, I am content with your overall direction of the classes. If you require anything more for your lesson plans, you are welcome in my office at any time. The first faculty meeting of the year will be a few days’ time before the school year begins. You will receive noticed of the date and time when that nears.” McGonagall immediately copied the parchment before returning the original to Harry. He took it with another smile before departing.
As he left the office, he slammed nearly bodily into a hard form.
“Your inability to observe your surroundings is still quite underdeveloped, Potter,” a deep baritone said as he pulled away and rubbed his face.
“Sorry,” he said as he eyed the man, the fluttering in his stomach back. “I would say I didn’t see you, but you’re probably pretty hard to miss, you know, being that tall and imposing…”
“Impertinent brat.”
Harry chuckled before responding, “Some people find it charming.”
“Deluded as others may be, Potter, I am unaffected by your supposed charms.”
“Probably for the best,” he teased before navigating around the taller wizard. “Thanks again for yesterday. See you, sir.”
“Potter,” the other wizard called out as he had begun to make his descent down the stairs.
Harry turned towards Snape with a questioning brow, “Hm?”
“I am to travel to Diagon Alley for some supplies, should you find yourself with time to spare, you are welcome to accompany me,” Snape said looking slightly intense as if he really did not want to ask Harry along.
“Oh?” he said softly.
There wasn’t really anything he needed at the moment, but the very idea of spending time with Snape was enticing. However, from the look on the man’s face, he was offering to be polite. Or at least, that is what it appeared why he was doing it. Harry mused over it for a moment before nodding his head.
“If I can appease those masochistic tendencies of yours by forcing you to suffer in my presence, then sure, I don’t mind coming along.” Harry’s eyebrows waggled with humor.
“A simple yes or no would have sufficed, Potter. Be in my quarters at noon, and I assume you know that I will not tolerate tardiness.” Snape appeared to relax a bit into his usual unkind demeanor, having been happy with Harry’s response, perhaps? Although, Harry could hardly find the word ‘happy’ ever being an appropriate way to describe the older wizard before him.
“Uh-huh. See you then,” he said before disappearing down the stairs and finding his legs had taken flight towards his rooms in order to get ready for a day outside the castle with Snape.
*
He arrived nearly ten minutes prior to their promised time of noon. His body was alive with nerves, trembling and clammy from the very idea of spending another day with Snape. Harry was sure that the man merely meant to give Harry an opportunity to get supplies he might need, or a buffer from the public when going out – Harry was often followed around by fans and reporters alike when he went anywhere public – but he was so happy that the man had even liked him enough to have him around when he went shopping.
He knocked a couple of times before the door opened to him, and he hesitantly stepped inside.
“You must be rather eager if you are here early, Potter.”
“Harry,” he corrected. “Can’t really have you calling me Potter in public or who knows what they’ll write.”
Snape had chosen a simple black tunic with a pair of sleek dress pants. His hair looked shiny as opposed to its usually greasy complexion when he had been in the midst of brewing. While the man wasn’t what one would assume a great beauty; it was probably the overall powerful nature of him: tall, poised form, sharp features that were accompanied by dark eyes and nearly translucent skin, and a demeanor that spoke to just how easily the man could kill you. Harry could easily see how the man could be a sought after bachelor even in his later years. I mean, Harry was already hooked by merely being in the man’s presence in an unassuming location like this.
Harry had to catch himself from drooling, and staring for longer than what was polite for that matter. Snape was as perceptive as a hawk, so anything Harry might find himself doing on the outside could easily give away the growing attraction he was feeling inside.
Snape scowled intensely before throwing the floo into the fire, “You are to go first…Harry.”
Harry felt the pleasant shivers that resulted every time Snape chose to call him by his given name. He realized that the man was doing it out of duty rather than friendship, but still, it sounded amazing in the taller wizard’s deep baritone drawl.
Harry stepped through the green flames into an unrecognizable house. He wondered why they hadn’t just Apparated but figured that he wouldn’t get the day off on a bad foot by asking irritating questions.
Snape followed shortly after, looking immaculate as always, and led the way out of the house and into the familiar streets of Diagon Alley. Harry, however, had to wipe with vigor to get the soot off of him. He had chosen a simple deep red jumper and pair of denims. Still, soot was incredibly recognizable on red.
“I assume you did not eat before this, Harry,” Snape began as Harry did his best to match the man’s long strides. “While I find the overall atmosphere of the Leaky Cauldron to be undesirable, their food is acceptable. Would it deem a satisfactory choice to dine?”
“Uh, yeah. I love the Leaky Cauldron,” Harry announced as they headed towards said establishment. “It’s actually one of the very first places I got to eat at in Diagon Alley,” he offered with a small nostalgic smile. “Though I was scared out of my nickers then.”
Snape was unable to keep the smirk from his face but said nothing.
They ate quickly at the Leaky Cauldron before they were leaving and heading for a few choice stores that Snape had disclosed he needed supplies from. There was a flood of wizards and witches out today, being summer vacation and only a couple weeks until school began. To his dismay, it also meant that many more people gawking at him and asking him for autographs.
He was suddenly worried about how Snape might take the constant interruption, but so far, the man seemed content to let Harry speak with the fans who did gather enough courage to ask him for a hand shake or an autograph on whatever item or piece of parchment they carried.
Finally, he had found a break in the masses and returned to Snape who had chosen a shaded area to stand in. “Sorry about that. Once it started, it was hard to stop.”
“There is no need to apologize,” Snape said evenly. “What you accomplished was no small feat and you are understandably desirable for it.”
Desirable? Harry’s heart nearly stopped.
“I only mean that you are a commodity, Potter.”
“Oh,” he said with a bit less enthusiasm. “Yeah, I guess. But you know, I’m not really anyone special. I’m just Harry. Sometimes I wished that I could be unimportant and normal.”
“Understandably so,” Snape agreed before leading Harry once more through the streets. “I have nearly gathered all the supplies I require. Was there anything you were in need of?”
“Not really. Just thought it would be nice to get out of the castle,” Harry lied. He really only wanted to be with Snape. There was no desire to be in the public eye because every time he was, there was an article of completely fabricated truth written the same day. “Although I’ll probably need to retract a few articles written today,” Harry grumbled to himself. He was sure there would be something about Snape being an Ex-Death Eater, and he couldn’t handle the idea of them writing nasty things about the other man.
“Harry,” Snape called, pulling him from his thoughts. “As unfortunate as the truth is, I am an Ex-Death Eater. No amount of time or action can amend that fact. If you and I are to be seen together in the future, there will be without a doubt a public retaliation. If you are not prepared for such occurrences, then it would be wise to no longer involve yourself with me.”
“Severus,” Harry said with returned intensity, “I don’t care what they say about me. I don’t care what anyone thinks about my being friends with you. I only care if they use it as a means to insult you. I couldn’t bear being the reason you have to deal with all of that.”
“You think too highly about yourself, Potter. I am quite capable of causing that sort of retaliation and ill-will all on my own. Do not suppose by my affiliation with you that it would be any different. Is that understood?” Snape’s voice had dropped so deep that the warning registered and caused Harry to inadvertently cringe.
After sighing deeply, Harry reluctantly said, “Yes.”
“Good. If you have no need of anything, we’ll return to Hogwarts.”
*
When they returned, Harry was reluctant to let the day end there. He felt like most of the day was spent dealing with fans and not truly in Snape’s company. He wanted to sit down and talk with Snape like the day before.
He clasped and unclasped his hands anxiously. If he were to ask to stay, he wondered if Snape would find it irritating. The last two days could have just been because Snape was not otherwise occupied. Harry wanted to believe that what Snape had basically disclosed with his statement earlier was that he fully intended to continue spending time with Harry. But was that too presumptuous of Harry?
Maybe Snape was doing it because Harry had essentially saved his life; though, he didn’t want anything in return for it. He saved Snape because he wanted to.
“Would you care for a drink?” Snape finally asked when they stood in silence for nearly five minutes.
Harry’s eyes jerked up towards the other wizard with unrestrained joy. “Yes, I would love one.”
*
Dear Merlin. Must the boy look so…happy…at the mere idea of sharing a drink?
Severus was still reeling from his initial invitation to have the boy join him in Diagon Alley; it had proven to be as infuriating as he believed it would be with the boy being the Wizarding World’s Darling.
However, when the boy was nearly overcome by anger at the idea that something insulting could be written about his association with Severus, and that it was not because of that association but merely because they would no doubt be insulting Severus, Severus was flabbergasted. He found himself desiring nothing more than to comfort the boy. He had even gone as far as to promise the boy continued interaction between them.
So now Severus found himself following through on said invitations. There was nothing to be done about it. He had crossed a boundary long before when he chose to spend an entire day with the boy in his personal quarters. Even should he seek to disengage himself from the boy, he would no doubt wallow in self-pity and disgust. Something inside him could not possibly intentionally hurt the boy.
Severus refrained from scowling at his own thoughts as he led Potter towards the castle. Unfortunately, their walk was cut entirely too short by the other addition to the faculty to teach Flying Class and referee the Quidditch games, Oliver Wood.
“Hello Professor Snape,” he called cheerfully before his eyes settled on Harry directly behind Severus and was immediately running over and past Severus. “Hiya, Harry! You look mighty good even after all these years.”
Now Severus was most assuredly scowling as Oliver Wood wrapped his strong, entirely too attractive form around his Potter. Severus faltered for a moment when he had realized his thoughts had become unintentionally possessive. What did he care if the attractive and uncouth Wood-boy decided to wrap his nearly perfect body around Potter? He did not. The boy was free to do whatever with whomever he chose. It was nothing for Severus to concern himself over.
“Wood,” he hissed, “it would appear that Potter cannot breathe.”
“What?” Wood asked before looking down at a purpling Potter. “Oh, sorry Harry. I just got a little excited. I had been told that they offered you the position but didn’t know if you had decided to take it or not.” To Severus’ continued irritation, Wood had remained close to Potter with an arm slung over Potter’s shoulders. Severus had to control the desire to hex Wood with a few choice favorites at the sight.
“It’s so good to know you’ll be here too,” Potter admitted with a slight tint to his cheeks, causing Severus’ desire to hex Wood to become a hundredfold. Why did the boy blush so bloody easily? He was going to insinuate to every John or Jane that he was possibly interested in them. The very idea of Wood and Potter…
Severus nearly growled. He was not only disgusted with his thoughts, he was repulsed by the underlining dismissal of all care that he had them. Potter was his. He had spoken with him first. Wood was surely to be on the receiving end of a laxative potion by the end of the night for touching what was his.
His Slytherin surfaced in that moment with the nearly deadly sneer he gave the Wood-boy, obviously causing him to retract his arm in his discomfort. Good. It would seem that Wood was not completely oblivious to subtle warnings.
“I am sure you have things to attend to,” Severus started with an intense glare at Wood, “and we were just on our way to an appointment.” He easily came to stand beside Potter, his hand hovering over the boy’s lower back and pushing him out of contact with the Wood-boy.
“Oh,” Wood exclaimed breathlessly. “Well, see you soon, Harry. We should go for drinks sometime. If you’re free this evening—“
“He is not,” Severus cut in sharply before he could catch himself. Potter looked up quizzically, but Severus ignored him.
“Oh, okay then,” Wood replied looking quite confused himself. “Uh, well soon then, Harry.”
Potter bobbed his head in reply before Severus whisked him away to his rooms. If he left the boy any longer, Wood was sure to set a date and time for their coming together. He would absolutely sabotage any and every attempt that Wood might make. He might be entirely disgusted with the childish behavior he had little to no control over, but he was a Slytherin, and Slytherin’s were nothing if not underhanded.
*
Harry was confused, mostly because of Snape’s actions. It was almost as if Snape was…jealous. Harry shook his head. That couldn’t possibly be the reason. Maybe Snape didn’t like Oliver Wood? That seemed a bit more plausible. It was widely known that Snape didn’t really like anyone. It was lucky that Harry was able to some way or another convince the man to share a drink, a day, and an evening together.
Harry knew that this couldn’t possibly make them friends. However, he was hoping that Snape didn’t think his company was an irritation anymore.
They sat silently sipping their drinks. Snape had refused to let Harry drink any alcohol again, saying that Harry was a horrid drunk. Harry couldn’t quite disagree since he was basically unable to remember anything about the evening he had mistakenly drank an entire glass of Fire Whiskey in one swallow. Snape refused to tell him what had happened, probably finding the memory too horrible to recount.
It seemed as though Snape was lost to his thoughts though. The Potion’s Master had hardly said a word since they came to his quarters and now he seemed to be brooding over something. Harry found it hard to start a conversation with Snape looking like he did.
Finally, Snape seemed to come out of it and fixed his gaze on Harry. “Are you close with Wood, Potter?”
Harry’s forehead drew down in confusion. “Uh, he was the captain of the Quidditch team when he went to school here. I guess you could say we were close.”
Snape hummed, his expression growing dark.
“Why do you ask?” Harry inquired curiously. The butterflies were once more fluttering around in his stomach.
“No reason. I simply wondered if you had remained in contact after graduating from Hogwarts.”
“Not really,” Harry said with a small sigh of disappointment. “He’s a good bloke though. I’ll probably join him for those drinks next time.”
Something became almost threatening about Snape’s expression before it disappeared into indifference. Harry was once more bemused by the man’s actions but said nothing more. Silence once more fell between them. Harry was starting to wonder if he should excuse himself. Before he could ponder it further, Snape was standing before him, causing his heart to start in his chest. Bloody hell the man moved silently.
Snape knelt over, his arms caging Harry to the couch. Suddenly, Harry was feeling very warm and light-headed. What was going on? What was Snape doing? The other wizard wasn’t saying anything, merely watching him. Harry’s pulse was rapid, and his stomach was twisting with unease. The look in the older wizard’s eyes was alarming.
Had Harry said something? Was there a distaste so great for Oliver Wood that it made Snape nearly mad with rage? Oh Merlin, he hoped not.
He had faced the darkest, most powerful wizard of all time, and even that paled in comparison to how afraid he was of Snape in this moment.
“Is my company not enough for you, Potter?”
“Huh?”
Snape leaned forward, his breath falling hotly on Harry’s face. Harry was now finding an entirely new set of sensations with the close proximity. He stifled the urge to whimper as the older wizard’s voice dropped an octave and was almost whispering seductively to him.
“Are you so desperate for male attention that you will seek it at any given opportunity?” Snape inquired suggestively.
Suddenly, any of the feelings of attraction he might have been feeling were replaced by an overwhelming fury. “What are you suggesting, Snape?” He nearly hissed the man’s surname.
“Only that of which is clear, Potter. You were rather intent to keep company with me; however, as soon as Wood so much as offers himself to you, you are easily dissuaded to him.”
“Wait,” Harry cut in sharply, “what do you mean by he was offering himself?! He just asked me to drinks.”
Snape seemed to snap the moment Harry retaliated. His hand cupped Harry’s chin firmly, angling his head and forcing Harry to look at him. “Homosexuality is neither uncommon nor immoral in the wizarding society, Potter. You are hardly the first to be attracted to wizards.” The caused Harry to gasp in shock which caused Snape’s hold to tighten on him. “Wood may seem like he is innocent in his attentions, but be assured that he will bed you if given the chance. I am merely protecting your interests.”
Harry pulled his head away roughly. “How dare you!” He felt betrayed by Snape. Snape knew about his sexual orientation. Was the man reading his mind? He had bettered his skills at protecting his mind, but Snape was a master legilimens. “How do you even know I like men?!”
“You told me yourself, Potter,” Snape responded coolly.
“When?!”
“While you were intoxicated,” Snape explained, his face remaining expressionless.
“Bloody hell,” Harry wanted to crawl into a hole. However, he suddenly remembered why he had been angry in the first place. “What gives you the right to dictate to me who and who I can’t be with?! I didn’t even think you considered me a friend.” Despite his anger, his last note was expressed with sadness.
“Do you think I would willingly invite another to my quarters more than once if I did not enjoy their company?”
“Ye—um, okay, that’s true, but that still doesn’t answer my question!”
Snape took a seat beside Harry, pulling him down and forcing him to relax into the couch. “Do friends not disclose to other friends when they are being complete and utter imbeciles?”
Harry was about to say something in anger but was suddenly speechless. More times than not, his friends were always speaking honestly and openly when they thought Harry was being daft. “That still doesn’t give you a right when all he asked me to do was go for drinks. That’s hardly a proposal, Severus.”
“Oliver Wood is not as innocent as he would have you believe. I know a great deal of him during his years at Hogwarts. You would do well to heed my warning, Potter.” Snape seemed pleased with himself which made Harry’s anger boil, but Harry was also having an unnatural reaction to the fact that Snape believed they were friends. So despite his anger, he was having a hard time not smiling. He could have done without the rough handling or the insulting insinuations, but Snape thought they were friends!
“Are you?”
“Am I what, Potter? You must be specific.”
“Gay.”
“I am not,” Snape replied evenly. Harry’s heart dropped, and he did his best to hide the disappointment from his face.
“Yeah, I figured not. Well, I might not completely agree with the way you did it, but I appreciate you…you know, warning me about Oliver.”
Snape’s jaw tightened before he turned towards Harry with a small nod.
“Can I ask you something?”
Snape sighed, “If you must.”
“You said it wasn’t uncommon. Do you know anyone who is?” Harry tried to keep his voice from sounding hopeful.
“Are you intending to use me as your personal dating service, Potter?”
“No! I was just curious,” Harry assured with vehemence.
“And what makes you believe that I would have such information? I do not affiliate with that sort of circle. If you are intending to meet others like yourself, I am sure there is some sort of—“
“I can’t do that,” Harry said with a small shake of his head. “If I did that, no doubt it would make it to the papers. I’m not ashamed of who I am, but I’d like to avoid having that in the papers.” Harry had already gotten his heart lifted and then broken all in the same day. He had never even had his first kiss with another bloke, let alone sex.
There was no chance that Snape might reciprocate his feelings. That had been made clear. It was comforting to know that Snape at least didn’t detest what he was and break ties with him. He would be satisfied just by remaining a friend of Snape’s. He knew he could never hope for more from the very beginning.
“Why do you insist upon finding another like yourself?”
Harry felt the flush staining his cheeks. “Well, I just…I’ve never, you know.”
“Had intercourse,” Snape provided.
“Bloody hell, of course, but er, I’ve never really done anything…with a bloke that is.” Snape’s eyes widened momentarily before his lip quirked upwards. “No you don’t. No laughing. This is serious Severus. I’m twenty-two years old, and I’ve never even kissed a bloke!”
Snape’s smirk only intensified before Harry heard it for the very first time. Snape was laughing. Chuckling and breathing in small gulps of air at Harry’s expense. He wanted to be angry, to be mortified that he basically just exposed that he was not only a virgin but had never been kissed – by a bloke that is. However, Snape’s face was almost luminescent in his laughter. It gave him a youthful appearance.
Snape finally controlled himself, the smirk falling away as he gazed intently at Harry. “That is nothing you should feel shame for, Harry.” Harry wanted to gasp at the sound of his name on the man’s lips, but refrained to avoid putting the man off from saying it again. “I may not seem like I have any romanticism in my entire being, but I do believe that those experiences should be saved for someone you having intense feelings for.”
Harry did his best to keep the smile from his face, but it was no use. The very idea of Snape being romantic in any way made him want to giggle.
“Do not force me to hex you, brat.”
“I’m not laughing at you,” Harry tried to argue.
Snape’s scowl intensified. “Smiling is essentially laughing, Potter.”
“No it’s not!” Harry argued. “People smile when their happy. You being a romantic made me happy,” Harry said as he held back the giggles that were sure to break loose if Snape scowled any further. “I swear it!”
Snape’s eyes sparkled with amusement before he leaned forward. “Think you’re clever, do you, brat?”
It never occurred to him that Snape’s amusement could become incredibly intimidating. The smirk that could be misconstrued as done in good humor, Harry knew was a fair warning that anything he might do after this could mean he would be the receiving end of a nasty hex. So instead, he threw his arms up in defeat.
“Intelligent choice, Potter. For once.”
“Has anyone told you that your smile is scarier than your glare?”
Snape’s lip upturned slightly. “There may have been a time where such a notion was mentioned.”
“Scary.”
Harry was laughing as he eased back into the couch next to Snape. It felt comfortable to be there. He assured himself that he could keep up this charade of friendship. He was not daft enough to ruin his relationship over something like attraction. If he was gay, he could easily find someone else – or so he told himself.
In truth, Harry’s feelings for Snape were immeasurable and growing. What he felt for Snape was deeply rooted and unmoving. If he could have forgotten the older wizard, he would have. He told himself that friendship was enough and hoped that with that continued mantra, he would never feel the need to take anything further. Snape had done more than he expected by not only accepting a friendship but accepting Harry as he was. That was enough. It was enough.
Biting his lip, Harry repeated the words over and over to himself as they continued to sit side-by-side in silence.
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