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A Master's Servant	By : Sayan Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 3077 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4: In which society gets something to talk about
Being apparated to a very strange place full of people in colourful robes was definitely an experience for Harry. After a short "Follow me closely and don't stare around." his master behaved as if he wasn't there.
There was enough to stare! The servant mused that his brother's house would have easily fitted into the entrance hall alone. And all the lights! He stumbled over his own feet and had to hurry to keep up with Snape and Malfoy. The black robed and the silver robed wizard made a contrast to the rainbow colours around but Harry was tempted to hold onto Snape's robes. The people were staring at him and whispering behind their hands, it was really uncomfortable.
"What is it with Snape this time? Bringing his servant as if the ones present aren't good enough."
"You know our dear Severus, he has to show that he is a sort of his own."
"Isn't he an unpleasant man? But he always provides us with something to talk about."
But some whispers were different and the boy was deeply grateful for his mask, he would have been gawking around like a fish out of water. He couldn't understand every meaning but all the things about his figure and his eyes, the only really visible feature were embarrassing.
And some eyes on him were not only curious they were cold and calculating, envious even.".. that desperate muggle-scum..." It was really better to stick to his master.
Malfoy had departed and was amiable chatting with friends and Severus was in deep conversation with a potions master form Germany about a very difficult new concotion when someone bumped into him. A very fetching comment nearly left his lips but when he saw who had been so crude it morphed into a cold smile. "Minister Riddle, what a "pleasant' encounter."
"Good evening Snape, the pleasure is all mine." Two men from their outward appearance not very different were facing each other. Both had dark hair and dark but Severus was ganglier and his complexion was shallower. Dark-brown eyes darted to the half hidden person behind Snape's back and a thin eyebrow shot up.
"I heard you had an uncommon companion brought here. A muggle?" The Head of the Department for Internatl Affairs was clearly trying to get a better look and Severus snipped his fingers to command Harry in front of him.
"Yes, a muggle. I find him quite- fascinating. Look at him as long as you want."
For one moment the minister seemed to be frozen. "Why should I be interested in a mere muggle?"
A short, clipped command and the boy glided back. Long, elegant fingers were removing a non-existent bit of fluff from his sleeve, lashes guarding the downcast eyes.
"I find his eyes especially intriguing."
"Really? Well, McNair is wanting a word with me, please excuse me."
Severus was aware of the commotion he caused but he only scowled and took a free seat on a Whist table, his servant still standing behind him, observing what was going on.
In Malfoy's little group the potions master's `shadow' was a topic too. Marcus Bullstrode, an elderly wizard with the reputation of a hopeless gambler couldn't take his eyes from the pair. He was a living example that the overuse of glamour charms cannot hide the simple fact that he wasn't a spring chicken anymore despite his desperate pretending of the contrary. But as long as his pockets were full of galleons nobody really cared.
"I never thought that Snape was one to flaunt his toys."
Another member of the high society, Dennis Boot, rolled his eyes. "Severus Snape and his antics. But he has taste, the lass has a fine arse. Lucius, you are his friend, do you know where he acquired this delicious piece of human flesh?"
Unfortunately for the other man Lucius hadn't any taste for gossip and arse-lickers so he took a leaf out of Severus' book and sneered arrogantly. "No, and you will excuse me but I find the topic of the potions master and his servant highly boring. Parkinson, do you want to play a game of whist over there?"
Bullstrode waited till Malfoy was out of hearing range. "Our good old Lucius, all social grace and arrogance. I never understood how he could be best friends with Snape. Both arrogant but one nasty, caustic and only too willing to snub the society and the other not minder arrogant but tending to his contacts."
"A common past is a strong link, dear Marcus."
"Huh?"
"Never mind."

"May we join you?" Severus looked up from his cards.
"Take a seat. I hope you will be more of a challenge than our former opponents. Even with Downings'—" a nod to his current partner— "incompetence it was all too easy to beat them. Did you have an enjoyable conversation?" He had the bank and gave out the cards, his friend took a look at them and shuddered.
"With Mr.Brainless and Mr.Gossip? Sev, you must be joking."
They played silently for a while and after Severus and his partner won repeatedly, Lucius raised his hands in defeat. "Parkinson, please remind me that in the future I only accept you as a opponent."
His friend smiled amiable. "I need to stop anyways, my throat feels like sandpaper and I dearly need something to drink."
"No need to stand up. I have brought my servant for other purposes than to be stared at. Harry."
"Yes master?"
"I want a bottle of chateaux noir and- what do you want Lucius?"
"Oh, the same."
"Parkinson?"
"A Riesling please, I don't want something heavy tonight." The fourth player only shrugged his shoulders.
"You heard it, go."
Harry had been following the game interestedly and had been totally content to stay behind his master's chair, leaving this secure place was frightening but he did his best to fulfil his order. Returning to the table, balancing the tablet awkwardly he sank down on one knee and presented it to the potions master but only earned a hard stare and disapproval. An indignant and sharp turn of his face in direction of the others made him aware of his mistake and Harry hurried to serve the guests first. What a stupid mistake, he really hoped that his master wasn't too annoyed.
The rest of the evening was uneventful Har Harry was beginning to fight with sleep, it had been some very stressful two days. Lucius was more observant than his friend and the moment he saw the maitre opening the doors for the prostitutes he leaned over and whispered into Severus' ear to sent Harry to the foyer.
Severus took a good look, first his friends and then with raised eyebrows at his servant and gave in. He silently wondered about the otherwise very un-sensitive Lucius. To think that the mudblood hating snob would care for a simple boy, it was ridiculous. But he had achieved what he wanted this evening.
"Boy, wait for us downstairs."
And Harry did exactly that.

Week rays of morning sun where stroking over the roofs when they returned to the manor The other servants had already begun to clean the house under the strict eyes of Mr. Walters. He was used to Snape's summer schedule and not surprised about his late return. Malfoy had stayed at the club for `entertainment'.
Harry was sent to prepare the bath and as tired as he was he saw nothing strange with it. Severus' rooms mirrored his personality: decked in the colours grey, blue and emerald green it had an expensive flair but nothing fancy. The only real luxury were the lush carpets on the floor and the thick emerald green comforter on the bed. Harry couldn't resist the temptation to stroke over it. It would have been so wonderful to lay down but he had other things to do.
Yawning he stuck the mask under his jacket and stumbled into the bath. The night before he had made his first encounter with a bath tube instead of the water basin of his early childhood and he hadn't had time to enjoy it, quite the contrary. Walter had handled him like he would have a dirty puppy, holding him by the neck and scrubbing furiously. But this looked like it could be fun. He would prefer bubble bath instead of salts but well... Where had Walters said where the sponges again?
After the wine incident his master had icily ignored him, Harry didn't want to annoy him again, he had to find it! Maybe the lower shelves. Aha! Success. He sighed and got to his feet again, stopping halfway. He hadn't heard his master come in, nor had he heard him disrobe and now he was literally faced with the results. Nice, firm but very pale results to be precise and at the moment directly in front of his nose. His eyes travelled up over the buttocks, a thin but well muscled back till his gaze locked with a black, mocking stare.
The boy gulped audibly.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Hand me the sponge and prepare my towels."
"Y-yes"¦"
TBC
Am I evil? I hope you enjoyed it! There will not be a real sex scene soon but I couldn't resist.
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