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Nights of Gethsemane	By : starcrossedkayla Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 53273 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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�Wake up, Potter.�

Harry sleepily blinked at Snape who entered his cell and spelled his breakfast. �Morning, already? When will they be here?�

�At any time today. The Dark Lord was not specific. We will train with Veritaserum again after breakfast,� Snape said, drinking his tea as calm and unconcerned as ever.

Harry nodded and took a sip of his orange juice. He had to admit Snape had nerves. The older wizard�s calm composure was infectious and Harry�s early morning worries melted away as he finished his breakfast.

After clearing the dishes, Snape removed the Veritaserum and pulled his chair close to Harry�s. He sat with his knees touching Harry�s. �Try to Occlude against it without showing expression.�

Harry stuck out his tongue and Snape carefully placed three drops on the tip. Harry looked at him and tried to remain as stiff as a corpse as he tightly shut his mind.

Snape shook his head. �You still wear everything on your face. I fear it will take years to cure you of that habit.�

�Probably,� Harry acknowledged.

�Whom do you serve?�

�My Master and the Death Eaters,� Harry answered easily.

�Do you enjoy serving them?�

�Yes, I like to obey my Masters.�

�Do you have any plans to destroy the Dark Lord?� Snape continued.

�No, I have no plans.�

�Do you hate the Dark Lord?�

�No.� Short answers were best.

�Do you have any plans to escape?�

�No, I belong here.�

Snape suddenly stood. �The Dark Lord is here. Take this.� He thrust a potion into Harry�s hands. �I will be back.� He strode out quickly.

Harry drank the potion and set the empty bottle back on the table. The effects of the Veritaserum faded away and he became alert as ever. He slid off his chair and began doing crunches as he waited for Snape to return.

After a few minutes, Snape strode through the library door in hurried steps. �Get dressed, Potter.�

Harry gratefully retrieved his clothing from under the mattress. �They�re here?�

�Yes.� Snape stepped close to Harry and pressed his wand against his jaw. Harry felt the shaving spell race through his skin. �Close your eyes.�

Harry shut them instantly, snapping them open again when something metallic touched the bridge of his nose: his glasses!

�I can see!� He stared at Snape who looked quite different now that Harry could make out his features more clearly. His nose was still monstrous, and he would never be attractive to Harry, but the lines of his face were not as harsh as Harry had remembered. His hair was not as greasy as before, but it still fell lanky around his thin, sallow face. Harry idly wondered if he had finally learned how to bathe correctly after watching Harry in the bath so many times.

Snape parted Harry�s fringe over his scar. �Do not meet their eyes. Focus on their feet or their mouths if they insist on looking at you.�

�Right.� Harry nodded.

�Follow me.� Snape walked away from Harry, leading him out of his cell. Harry stepped behind him, staring around at everything now that he had his glasses. Snape paused outside the practice room and Harry dropped to his hands and knees. His heart was beating fast, but he didn�t feel scared at all. The feeling was the same that he had felt before Quidditch matches: excitement, a bit of nerves, anticipation, and confidence. He and Snape were playing the most critical game of his life and it was all up to Harry now.

Snape opened the door and Harry crawled through after him. The furniture in the room had been cleared and all that remained were Snape�s favourite chair, in which Voldemort rested, and seven kitchen chairs arranged in a half circle on the other side of the room. The interviewers were waiting for them, perched on the edge of the chairs. Harry heard gasps as he crawled in. He was dying to dart his eyes to his interviewers, but he kept them trained on Snape�s boots as he crawled after him. Snape strode over to Voldemort, placing himself to his left side with space between him and the throne. Harry crawled over, bowed to Voldemort and took up his position between them. He knelt with his head bent towards the carpet.

He could just see the bottoms of the interviewers� legs. The two on the left wore black robes which were draped over their feet. Sitting next to them was an individual with vivid blue robes and pointed shoes, who was probably female. Two black-clad individuals sat on her other side. The one on the right had thick boots protruding from under his robes. On the other side of him, an individual who wore dark green robes shifted impatiently. The one on the far right was dressed in flashy magenta.

�Severus, a sample of his blood,� Voldemort commanded. Harry felt something cold and metallic press against his upper left arm. He held himself steady as his skin was pricked and blood flowed out. After a few seconds, the device was removed and Snape healed his upper arm.

�Have you brought Veritaserum or shall we supply our own?� Voldemort asked.

The interviewer on the far left shifted. �We have brought our own.� His voice was deep and even.

�Severus,� Voldemort ordered and Snape crossed the room to the man who stood as well. Snape chanted and there was the soft clink of vials.

Finally, Snape said, �it is pure Veritaserum, my Lord.� He returned to stand on the other side of Harry.

�Cast the spells,� Voldemort ordered.

The deep-voiced wizard began to cast spells on Harry that the young wizard assumed were meant to confirm what they saw before them really existed. Harry placidly sat, letting the magic wash over him even though the tingle of the spells left him feeling itchy. After several minutes, the deep-voiced wizard finished and sat back down, apparently confident that the individual before him was actually Harry Potter.

�You may take photos of the slave now,� Voldemort said. From the tone of his voice, he sounded very pleased with himself. �It will be the only time I allow it.�

Light flashed around Harry but he remained focused on the floor. In his boredom, his mind wandered and he wondered if they would stop torturing him after they thought he was broken. He dared not hope for it. After a few minutes, the flashes died down.

They all sat in silence. Harry�s nose itched but he held himself frozen. Were they waiting for any Polyjuice Potion to wear off? He hoped not. He had never been good at sitting still for long periods of time.

Snape finally broke the silence with, �It is time, my Lord.�

�Give the slave the Veritaserum,� Voldemort ordered.

Harry turned his head towards Snape and stuck out his tongue. Snape placed three drops on the tip. Harry turned his head back to stare at the interviewer's feet. The potion washed over him, but he didn't try to fight it, letting it take complete control over him.

�You may question him now, and remember� if you ask anything that I do not approve of, you will be removed.� It wasn't clear from Voldemort's tone of voice if 'removed' meant killed or kicked from the room, but Harry knew it could be either.

The one on the far left broke the silence first. �What is your name?�

�Harry James Potter,� Harry answered automatically. They all shifted in their seats.

The one second from the left spoke next. He had a slight accent Harry couldn�t place. �How long have you been their captive?�

�I have no estimate of the passing of time.�

The blue-clad woman followed. �How did you get captured?�

�I have no memory of that event.�

The black-robed individual beside her spoke next. �What have they done to you?� she asked, concern filling her voice.

Harry took a deep breath to answer.

�Langlock.� Snape bound his tongue. �That would take far too long to answer. Slave, list three ways in which you have been tortured.� He released Harry�s tongue.

�The skin was peeled from my chest. All my fingers were broken. I crawled across a floor of broken glass.� Gasps broke across the room and the one who had asked him the question gave a slight whimper.

�You will no longer fight against� the Dark Lord?� The black-clad man to blue�s left asked.

�I live only to serve my Masters� wishes.�

�Who are your Masters?� asked the man in green.

�My Master and Professor Snape,� Harry answered. Oops. He wasn�t supposed to separate Snape from the other Death Eaters. Oh well, Snape was the Death Eater he interacted with most frequently.

�Your friend, Hermione Granger, caught an animal in a jar at the end of her fourth year. What animal was that?�

The magenta wearing woman was Rita Skeeter. �A beetle,� Harry said.

�Who is your primary caretaker?� The man on the far left asked.

�Professor Snape.�

�Has anyone tried to rescue you?�

�No one can rescue me. I belong here.� He was afraid that they would be hurt if they came. Voldemort was too powerful for Ron and Hermione to challenge.

�Are you tortured all the time?� asked the woman in blue.

�No, I do other things like sleep and eat.� What a stupid question.

�Is, ah, Professor Snape a decent caretaker?� The woman next to her asked.

�He hurts me sometimes.� Harry thought of how Snape had taken the memory and then attempted to lie to him about it. �But he�s not always bad. Sometimes he lets me sleep in the cupboard. And� it�s alright if he whips me. He does what he needs to do.� Harry hated it when Snape had to be cruel to him, but he understood it was sometimes necessary in order for the Potions Master to maintain his cover. Snape had never done anything that Harry hadn�t been able to recover from.

�Is there anything you�d like to say to your supporters and friends?�

�Take care of yourselves. Do not fight my Master.� If they tried to rescue him, they�d be killed for sure. He�d be fine. He and Snape would destroy Voldemort on their own.

�Aren�t you angry that you are forced to kneel before the wizards who killed your parents and Professor Dumbledore?� the green-clad man asked.

�I am pleased to do what my Masters wish me to do.� No one had forced him to kneel to Voldemort, he had chosen to do so in order to play his role. Right now, he wanted to convince all of them that he was broken.

�How would your parents react to knowing that their sacrifice has amounted to this?� asked Rita Skeeter, her voice rife with accusation.

�I know my parents wouldn�t be proud of me.� Harry hated to think what his dad thought about him being fucked by Snape. He hoped he couldn�t see him. �But I hope that they�d understand.�

�Will you become a Death Eater?� They were on their third round.

�I do not know what my Master has planned for me.�

�You aren�t concerned that they will kill you?�

�No. If it is required, then I will die.� As long as he knew that Voldemort would be destroyed, he would give his life.

�Have you been allowed out at all?� the blue-clad woman asked.

�No, I haven�t been outside at all.�

�Do you miss your friends? Your loved ones?� The woman in black�s voice was quivery as if she was crying. Harry couldn�t understand why. It was all just an act.

�Yes, terribly so, but they shouldn�t try to save me. I need to do this.�

�If the Order were to rise up against the Dark Lord, would you aid them?�

�If my Masters wish it.� He thought he and Snape would, but it depended on how successful they thought the Order would be. It was probably better for them if he and Snape did as much as they could on their own.

�What news do you get of the outside world?�

�Almost none at all.�

�There were many who were convinced you would destroy the Dark Lord. It was said that you were the so-called �Chosen One.� What do you have to say to those who had high hopes for you?� Rita asked.

�I wish I could be what they want me to be but I can�t.� He couldn�t just go before Voldemort and say Avada Kedavra and kill him without a wand or magic. He didn�t have that kind of power. If he knew how, he would have already done it. �I believe that I should obey Professor Snape.� Snape had a very solid plan for defeating Voldemort and the other Death Eaters. Harry was confident that they could pull it off by working together. Snape may be a manipulative bastard, but he couldn�t force Harry to act against his will. �I wish he wouldn�t hurt me, but I�m not going to leave.� This was the path he had chosen for himself. He felt confident that he would be able to emerge victorious.

�That will be all,� Voldemort announced. �You have seen him for over an hour so you can be assured he is not the product of Polyjuice. Severus, return him to his cage.�

�Yes, my Lord.� Snape turned on his heel. Harry bowed to Voldemort and then padded after Snape without being prompted. The black-clad woman sobbed and Harry wanted to assure her that he would be fine, but he held his tongue. Snape closed the door behind him and Harry remained on his knees while he crawled back to his cell. Snape was silent as he walked ahead of Harry. He didn�t look back, but he paused when Harry faltered on the stairs. As soon as the library door closed, Snape turned back to Harry.

�Stand,� he ordered.

Harry climbed to his feet. �I�m glad you stopped that question. I didn�t want to tell her about the rape. I passed, right?�

Snape put his finger under Harry�s chin, tilting up his head. He stepped in close, so that the edges of his robes touched Harry�s clothing. His black eyes searched Harry�s. �You are still under the Veritaserum.�

�Yes.�

�You were under it for the entire interview.�

�Of course,� Harry said. Wasn�t it obvious? �That was a very short interview. I thought it would be longer.�

�Why did Rita Skeeter ask the question about the beetle?� asked Snape.

�She�s an Animagus. That�s how she was spying on everyone during my fourth year. Hermione caught her and put her in a jar. She was very angry.� He grinned.

Snape continued gazing at Harry. Then, abruptly, he released him and plunked the glasses from his nose. The world became fuzzy again. �In your cage. I must return to the Dark Lord.�

Harry stepped through the bars which straightened again after he had passed through. Snape swept off.

Harry sprawled out on his mattress. He felt fairly confident that he had passed this particular test. He couldn�t wait for Snape to return so they could start planning their next move. Maybe they could find some secret way to contact the Order and give them suggestions on where to find the last Horcrux.

When Snape hadn�t returned after a few minutes, Harry figured that he would be held up for a while and pulled out his book from under the mattress. Trying to read gave him a slight headache so he stopped before it got worse and lay with his head towards the door, waiting for Snape.

Snape finally returned, striding in through the door in a cloud of black. �The Dark Lord has left. He was very pleased with the interview.� He spelled lunch on the table for both of them.

�So what�s our next move?� Harry put down his book and slid into his seat. Snape had prepared a feast for him. In addition to a thick slab of roast beef which was drizzled in gravy, Snape had served him mash, and a green bean casserole. Two ice cream covered treacle tarts finished off the meal and Harry eagerly attacked those first. Snape wouldn�t have given him his favourite food unless he had passed.

��We� won�t do anything but wait,� Snape answered as he delicately cut up his own chunk of meat which was considerably smaller than Harry�s. �We do not know if your display was enough to convince him, so it would be prudent to allow him to see you in that role a few more times before we attempt anything, however slight.�

�Unless we find and destroy the Horcruxes first,� Harry reminded him.

�Of course,� Snape said. �It will be best to allow him to devise tests for you rather than suggesting further ones. If I appear too eager to have you tested, he will become suspicious.�

�I can�t wait till when we can finally kill him.� Harry finished the first tart and started on the second.

Snape remained focused on his meal. After they finished, Snape cleared the dishes. �Shall we go to the practice room?�

�Yeah. Can we do the one where I try to hit you and you try to hit me?� Harry asked as he stripped and followed Snape out of his cell.

��May,� Potter,� Snape corrected. �Just for that I think you should be blindfolded.�

�Oh come on� are you scared you are going to lose?� Harry darted ahead of him to the room. �If you want to blindfold me, you have to hit me!� He barely managed to dodge the Obscuro Snape sent racing towards him as he ran into the practice room. It had been set for training, and as soon as he stepped through the doorway, the balls rose up from one corner, all darting towards him at once. Harry yelped and barely managed to find cover behind the big sofa. �Hit me with the spell!�

�Admitting defeat already, Potter?� Snape asked silkily as the balls flew back to the wall and then began their normal mode of attack. �And you call yourself a Gryffindor��

�You wish!� Harry darted from behind the sofa to the side of the short bookcase. He snatched a ball from the air once he was hidden from Snape�s vision. �I have more bravery in my little finger than the entire house of Slytherin.�

�Stupidity, you mean,� Snape countered as he approached from the side and sent a rapid fire of Obscuros at Harry.

Harry barely managed to twist out of the way, flinging his ball at Snape as he wove his way across the room. Snape ducked and tried to catch Harry by sending spells under a chair, but Harry had anticipated that attack and dove towards the cabinet. �You can�t convince me that Crabbe and Goyle are smarter than me. I Polyjuiced into Goyle my second year and I swear I lost a few brain cells just from being him for an hour.� He plucked two more balls from the air and worked his way over to a short, squat sofa that Snape couldn�t send spells under.

�It�s amazing how you can live with only a brain stem.� Snape strode over to attack him from the side. �I should dissect you after your death so that we all may learn how an individual can function without a cerebral cortex.�

Harry jumped up and lobbed the balls at Snape, almost hitting him in the leg. �It counts if I hit you on some part of your robes.�

�It has to be a strike that would kill or disable a Death Eater,� Snape argued as he sent spells in front of Harry, momentarily confusing him.

�You should take off your clothes,� Harry said as he shoved over a table to use as a shield. �It-�

�Why Potter, I never knew,� Snape drawled.

�Shut up!� Harry protested, heat spreading across his cheeks. �I meant that you should undress so that the contest would be more equal.�

�I�m training you,� Snape insisted. �You won�t be going before naked Death Eaters.�

�You need to train too.� Harry dodged Snape�s spells with ease. �You�ve become slow in your old age.�

�Slow? I�m not the one who has had to cheat to win, Potter,� Snape said.

Harry remained quiet as he stealthily worked his way closer to Snape.

�Hiding again? Face me like a man.�

Harry held his tongue, watching Snape walk around the room as he searched for Harry.

�It�s a good thing you are so small. Otherwise you wouldn�t be able to hide so efficiently.�

Harry was going to get him for that. He waited until Snape stepped to look behind the cabinet close to him and then jumped out, darting forward with his shoulder down. Snape realised what Harry was trying to do and shot a spell at his legs as he dashed to the side. Harry had to roll to avoid being hit and Snape made his escape.

�Resorting to physical attacks? How typically Gryffindor.�

�I almost had you!� Harry headed back to the table.

�Don�t overestimate your chances.� Snape began sending spells on either side of him, preventing him from crossing the room with ease.

Harry finally managed to duck behind the table.

�Really�how will you ever defeat me if you insist on hiding?�

Harry caught balls heading towards him, tucking them in his left arm. �I�m not going to let you see what I�m planning.�

�I wasn�t aware you had room in that minuscule brain of yours for anything but food, sex, and Quidditch.�

Harry jumped up and lobbed the balls at Snape. Snape was not quick enough to dodge them all, so he summoned a shield charm for the one that would�ve hit him.

�That was an Avada Kedavra! You can�t use a shield charm against Avada Kedavras!� Harry protested as he ducked back behind the table.

�It was the most pathetic Avada Kedavra I�ve ever seen,� Snape retorted. �Now stop hiding or I will make you curse the day you were born.�

�Make me,� Harry said.

All the furniture disappeared and Harry barely managed to dodge the volley of balls and spells that raced towards him. �You cheat! You always cheat!�

�And this surprises you?� Snape arched an eyebrow at him. �I think you would�ve learned by now.�

�Of course I�ve learned by now, you git,� Harry said. �That�s why your little trick didn�t work. I haven�t been hit.�

�I like to go easy on you at first, to lull you into complacency.� Snape increased the number of balls that attacked Harry at once. �It�s amusing how you think you will win against me.�

Harry put up his fists. �Make us equal and I will win.�

�You�ve finally realised you will never have your request? What was it anyway? It�s been so long since you�ve won I don�t remember.� Snape smirked at him.

�You have to cook my favourite foods for a week,� Harry reminded him as he weaved around the room. Without the furniture, he couldn�t attack Snape very easily, but he could dodge nearly anything Snape sent at him.

�I think you should clean your cell again,� Snape mused. �It hasn�t been cleaned for a while.�

�You�d have to hit me first.� Harry dodged out of the way of three balls and slammed into an invisible barrier. �What the-?� Snape�s Obscuro hit him in the side and the world went black. �YOU CHEATED!�

�There were never any restrictions placed on my magic usage.� Snape�s voice floated to him from across the room.

�That was cheating,� Harry said as he slowly walked over to where he thought Snape stood. He ran smack into one of the bookcases. �You bastard! You returned the furniture!�

Snape�s voice was full of amusement. �Of course I did.�

�Right. You had your fun. Take the spell off now,� Harry requested. When Snape didn�t respond, Harry carefully felt his way over to where Snape had last stood. �Snape?� Harry listened, but he couldn�t hear the other man�s breathing. �Snape?� He tried smelling him, but his sense of smell had never been good. He paused, listening as best he could.

Snape suddenly grabbed him from behind, circling one arm around his chest to hold him in place as he pressed his wand against Harry�s throat. Harry�s heart leapt up into his throat when the arm closed around him, but he recognised Snape by his smell and forced his body to still instead of attack.

�It is poor strategy to announce your presence to your enemy,� Snape said, his words, deep and soft, stirring up hair near Harry's ear.

Harry�s heart beat faster than it had during the entire training session and his mouth went dry. The way Snape was holding him reminded him of the previous night and he began to harden. �I can see that now,� he somehow managed to say, his throat tight. Snape�s left index finger pressed just below his right nipple. If he moved it up a little bit, he�d touch it. Would he touch it? Harry�s penis thickened at that thought and he desperately wished that Snape would slide up his finger ever so slightly and caress it over Harry�s now stiff nipple. Then he�d take Harry�s penis with his other hand, his long fingers curling around Harry�s cock as he slowly wanked him. Oh god, could Snape tell he was getting hard? He didn�t want Snape to think he wanted him. He wanted Snape to stop. He wanted Snape to continue. He shifted to try to hide his growing erection, wishing that Snape would do something.

�Finite Incantatem.� Snape released him and walked away. Relief and disappointment stormed through Harry and he wasn�t sure which was stronger. He turned to watch Snape who paused by the door. �Coming, Potter?� he asked, his voice as cool and smooth as ever.

Harry shook himself and followed after Snape. He really needed to get out of here and have sex with Ginny. He had spent so long with Snape, his body was confused.

Snape led him to the bathroom, taking his customary seat and pulling out his book. Harry did not try to talk to him as he washed himself off. He wasn�t sure what had just happened. Snape had been very casual with him up until the moment when he had grabbed him. Now, he was acting as cool and formal as ever. Had he seen Harry�s penis thicken? Harry�s face burned and he stared at the taps. He was a teenager. It didn�t take much to make him harden. He wanted to say something to assure Snape that he hadn�t hardened because Snape touched him, but he was too embarrassed to call attention to it in case Snape hadn�t seen in it, and Harry had imagined his change in demeanour.

When Harry had finished bathing, Snape was still engrossed in his book and didn�t step forward to help Harry with the potion like he normally did. Fuck. He probably had seen it and thought Harry was gay. He wasn�t. Harry held his towel tightly at his waist as he walked back to his cell. Snape procured dinner for him.

�I must brew. We shall resume our regular training session tomorrow,� Snape informed him in a brisk, businesslike tone.

�Okay.� Harry nodded, staring at his dinner. He heard Snape walk off.

Harry stabbed his beef stew with his spoon. It wasn�t as if he wanted to have sex with Snape. Snape was ugly, and a bloke, and a Death Eater, and mean. Unfortunately, Snape was the only person he could have sex with right now who wouldn�t try to make him cry, or Polyjuice him into a girl, or do countless other humiliating acts. Besides, Snape had wanted it. He had wanted him. If Snape tried to embarrass him over the fact that he had gotten hard, then he could just point out that Snape had already been mostly hard when he had pressed against Harry last night. Thinking about the sex made Harry harden even more and he tried to focus on his meal.

After he had finished preparing for bed, he pulled out The Joy of Gay Sex and reread the section on prison sex. The book did not directly say if it was normal for straight blokes to be aroused by gay sex in prison, but it certainly implied it. After all, at least one partner had to be hard to have sex and the book said that having sex in prison was no indicator of homosexual leanings.

He read the chapter on gay relationships to search for more clues. The book said that one way in which homosexual relationships differed from heterosexual relationships is that there were no defined roles for either partner. Normally, heterosexual females engaged in the receptive role because of their biology and it was expected of them by society. Heterosexual males likewise typically engaged in penetration for similar reasons. Homosexuals weren�t as heavily confined by such constructs and typically were more fluid in expressions of their sexuality.* It said that bottoming should not be equated with being weak, passive, or feminine and argued that the bottom could have more control over sex than the top. It was hard to believe that at first, but when Harry thought about it, he realised that it was true. After all, he didn�t expect to control or dominate Ginny during sex with her. If anything, he hoped that she would take control of it for their first time so that he didn�t hurt her.

Besides, he had been able to trick Snape into giving him head but he had never had to give it in return. He didn�t need to penetrate Snape to be in control of sex with him. He had had power and he hadn�t even known it.

Intrigued, he read the next chapter which was on romance. The book said that homosexuality wasn�t about with whom you had sex, but with whom you fell in love. No, he wasn�t gay. It wasn�t like he was in love with Snape. The idea of getting married to the man (or any man in general) was ridiculous. He thought of holding hands with Snape and laughed. Snape would be more likely to hex him permanently blind than walk around in public with him hand in hand.

Likewise, the idea of ever saying �I love you� to Snape or hearing it back in return was quite laughable. Harry figured he should say it to him once just to make him lose his step during one of their contests. He�d probably have to run like hell afterwards to avoid being killed, but it would be worth it to see the horrified expression on Snape�s face.

Harry closed the book and returned it to under the mattress. It was okay to like gay sex and even receptive gay sex with Snape. It wouldn�t make him feminine or gay even if he did want it. It was Ginny he loved. He had only ever loved girls. Ron was his mate and he cared for him, but the affection he felt for him was similar to the type he felt for Hermione and he had never wanted to date Hermione.

Hermione. Harry sighed. Snape still hadn�t proven to Harry that she hadn�t been killed, but Harry wouldn�t hold his breath waiting. He didn�t expect Snape to bring him anything. He understood now that Snape was a prisoner here almost as much as he.

Harry pulled the sheets up over himself and closed his eyes. He should focus on how wonderfully he had withstood the questioning. He could tell Snape had been very pleased with his performance even if the git wouldn�t say so directly. His heart was light as he drifted off to sleep.

[[I just want to clarify that this is what the book claims and not what I, as the author, believe. While this is generally true for most modern homosexuals in industrial, western countries; in most societies that had homosexuality a regular pattern or an acceptable alternative, the relationships were bound by constructs just as most heterosexual relationships are. There are very few societies where rules and social norms concerning sexual activity do not occur. However, explaining variations of constructs of male/male sexual activity in cultures and how just because a construct exist doesn�t mean that it is followed in all cases would just be too confusing and detailed for poor Harry.

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