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Infinity	By : Spamilla Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 28436 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Infinity
By: Spamilla
Chapter Four: An Offer
Sorry for the shortness and the lateness of the Chapter.
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“I am proud of you, Severus,” a hissing voice uttered as the shuffling of documents and a few clinks were heard. “Very proud indeed.”
Snape watched as the Dark Lord sat behind a rather large desk. The man had delivered information and samples of the drug to the man three days ago in the dark of night. It had taken him nearly a month to gather enough to satisfy the man, but he had done it.
“I trust that Dumbledore knows what you’ve done for me.” The man looked up from the desk covered in documents and lined with a few vials of who-knew-what.
The dark-haired man nodded his head, “Indeed he does, as you requested, my Lord.”
“And he’s said nothing?”
“As you know, my Lord, he believes that I’m faithful to him. He believes me to be the only eyes he has upon you. He wouldn’t risk losing me by being difficult.”
“And I don’t want to lose you as the source of information I have on him either.” A confident smirk rested upon the man’s face as he reached for a large stack of paper and held out the paper to the black-haired man.
“We tried the drug last night. It works exactly as I hoped it would. I had the Deatheater write out a report. I want you to read over this and the next series of reports I have for you. We’re going to get two more test subjects and the chosen participants are going to give you their updated reports every day. For reasons for several reasons, you won’t know who is testing the drug.”
Severus glanced up at the man from the papers in his hands. “My Lord, if you don’t mind my asking, why is all of this information being relayed to me?”
“You are my most trusted follower, Severus. I have decided to put you in charge of my biggest job. If this drug continues to be as potent as it has already shown me, then we are going to move onto the next step.”
“Forgive my insolence, but may I ask what, my Lord?”
“Ruining Harry Potter.”
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Harry once again awoke with a headache. His mouth was again dry. He curled under his blanket as the memories from the night before played again in his head. He still couldn’t believe it.
After he and Snape had sex, he ordered Harry to go back to his room and go immediately to bed. The teen obeyed him. His head was floating and he didn’t care much to finish the homework he had been assigned, so he didn’t He knew that it was going to start piling up if he did this, but he didn’t care the night before when he exhausted fell to his bed, ignoring Hermione and Ron’s questions.
The Gryffindor couldn’t even muster the strength at the moment to get out of bed. He was conscious, but barely. The only thing on his mind at the moment was that he had to get to Dumbledore today. He had to get the man to make Snape go away. He didn’t want to be under the man’s curse any longer. He hated that when he was under the influence of the drug that he wanted nothing more than to please the man he hated so.
However, his strength left him and he felt himself drift off again to sleep.
He jolted awake what felt like only a moment later when he saw Ron and Hermione standing before him, dressed.
“Harry, you’re going to be late to Charms,” Hermione said softly as she took a seat next to him on the bed.
The teen lolled his head over to look at her. He couldn’t mistake the worried look on her face.
“I don’t think I’m going to class today,” he said. He cleared his throat, it felt intensely dry.
“Harry, what’s Snape doin’ to you during these detentions? You look worse than you did yesterday.” Ron’s voice sent a strange feeling of guilt run down his body. “He isn’t testing potions on you or anything is he? That’s unethical.”
Harry shook his head. “No, I think it’s just lack of sleep.”
“Lack of sleep? Harry, you’ve been in bed by at least Midnight every night this week and it’s never bothered you before.” She looked away. “Perhaps you should go talk to Dumbledore if you don’t think you can talk to us.”
Harry couldn’t get over how… hurt Hermione looked. “It’s not that, ‘Mione. There’s really nothing to worry about.”
She sighed and stood up. “You look terrible Harry. Something is wrong. Don’t play with us. Now, if you don’t want to tell us what Snape is doing to you, please go talk to Dumbledore! You look ill!”
Harry groaned. “Hermione. I’m just tired. It’s perfectly okay.”
She just sighed and took Ron by the head. “Just rest. We’ll see you later.”
A cloud came over Harry’s throbbing head. It was obvious that something was wrong with him. His friends could see right through everything. He wondered if his teachers would be able to as well.
Harry clenched his eyes shut as he felt tears beginning to prick the backs of his eyes. He wanted more than anything just to be rid of this. Why did Snape suddenly decide to prey on him? Was this Voldemort’s doing? He knew Snape to be a Deatheater… but Dumbledore trusted him.
He sighed. But Dumbledore has been wrong before.
Once the room was completely empty, Harry forced himself out of bed. He felt like he needed a shower, but he didn’t have the strength. He wanted just to sleep, but he couldn’t; he had to go talk to Dumbledore while class was in session. If Snape were teaching, then he couldn’t very well stop Harry could he?
Hurrying toward Dumbledore’s office, Harry paused outside the door. He was hidden under his invisibility cloak with the Marauder’s Map in hand. There was no sign of Snape in his office, he was teaching in his dungeon. He was alone and no one was around.
“Mischief Managed,” he said softly before tucking the map into his back pocket.
He was about to start guessing different candies to get inside when he stopped himself. He shouldn’t be doing this. Snape had told him not to tell anyone. He was disobeying the man be even thinking about doing what he was—
No! He had to go talk to Dumbledore. He had to get rid of his curse.
However, his body stopped moving. He felt the tears begin rolling down his cheeks at the feeling of conflict in his mind. His head hurt so badly. His body was feeling so weak. He just wanted all of this to be over with. But his body wouldn’t allow him to stand and his mind wouldn’t allow him to begin guessing passwords.
A silent whimper made its way from Harry’s mouth as he sat down against the nearest wall beneath his invisibility cloak. He felt so lost at the moment. As much as he wanted to begin guessing passwords, he couldn’t disobey the man. In fact, part of him wanted to run to Snape and apologize for even thinking this… and he might’ve done it if it weren’t for the fact the man was in the middle of lecture with some third-years.
Harry wondered where this was going to lead him. Was he going to become like the drug addicts he saw in the streets during the few times he had been taken into the city? He hoped not. He had always stayed away from drugs for these reasons. He had always seen no point in them despite the small relief of pain that they offered.
Harry felt a tear run down his cheek as he buried his face into his knees. He choked out a sob as he ran his mind over how much he thought about what had happened between he and Snape and how much he had liked it even though he didn’t want to. He wondered if that still made it rape.
He doubted it. He was consensual… He had kind of sought it out, hadn’t he?
Suddenly, without warning, his cloak was snatched off of him.
“What are you blathering about, Potter?”
Harry was staring above at Draco Malfoy. Why was he here? Shouldn’t he be in class?
“Give me back my cloak, Malfoy!” Harry yelled, standing up, grabbing for the cloak that was being pulled just out of his reach by the blond.
“No, not until you tell me why you were crying outside Dumbledork’s office instead of inside whining to him,” he said, balling the cloak and holding it up above his head.
“It’s none of your business! Give me my cloak!” Harry reached out for the cloak but due to his weakness, he stumbled forward, crashing into the Slytherin.
Draco was knocked off balance as well and fell backwards, wincing as his back crashed into the ground. “Get offa me, Potter!”
Harry groaned and rolled off of the blond. This was too much for him right now. He wasn’t going to be able to fight Draco if he had too. “Please give me back my cloak,” he said softly.
“Tell me why you’re crying and I’ll think about it.”
“I can’t tell you,” he said softly. It was the truth. He shot out a hand and grabbed onto the cloak. At least he had a weak handle on it.
“Is it the Infinity?” Draco asked as he stood, jerking the cloak away from Harry once more.
Harry’s eyes widened and his full attention was now on Draco. How in the world did Draco know about the drug? What all did he know? There was no way he just guessed this, was there? Snape said the drug was rare.
“So the Dark Lord actually went through with the plan. I can’t believe it,” he said softly, a smirk on his face as he tossed the cloak toward Harry. “You’re crying because you can’t turn Snape in even though you want to more than anything.” He gave a cruel grin. “You look like shit, Potter.”
Harry’s face darkened as he stood dizzily. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, Malfoy.”
“I don’t? Don’t kid yourself. I know all about the drug testing the Dark Lord performed. I was made to use the drug on someone. I know how potent it is. I’ve figured out the rest of it since then, especially since I’ve seen you after these last few days after your detentions with Snape. The Dark Lord gave you to Severus because he knew Dumbledore would let him. You know, Severus Snape is one hell of a Deatheater.”
Harry’s eyes narrowed, “Dumbledore would never allow this to go on. He wouldn’t let me get used like this.”
“Dumbledore likes having Snape around to give him information. Snape is his eyes inside of what the Dark Lord’s compound. He’s not going to give that up at the risk of keeping your purity. Dumbledore’s made a wise decision, I commend him.”
Harry was flabbergasted. So much was being thrown at him and he wasn’t sure if it was true or not. Draco’s used the drug on some poor, innocent person and Dumbledore knew what was going on, and furthermore, he was allowing at the cost of getting information from Snape.
“How did you know I was here, Malfoy?”
Draco smirked and folded his arms. “I didn’t. I’m supposed to be delivering a message to Dumbledork from Binns.” He held up a piece of parchment that he pulled from his pocket. “And when I got here, I heard you whining in the corner and since no one else has an Invisibility Cloak as readily available as you, I figured it was Harry Potter that I heard.”
Harry wanted to disappear; however, not even his invisibility cloak could make him as invisible as he wanted to be right now. “Leave me alone, Malfoy. I don’t need you here making my life worse.”
“Actually, I can help you, Potter.”
Harry’s head jerked up to look at Draco, “What are you talking about? Why would you want to help me?” Draco wouldn’t want to. It made no sense. There had to be a good reason behind this offer.
“Well, it’s more of the fact that I think we can help each other.”
Obviously. Harry knew that there was going to be something in it for him as well. However, at the moment, he was interested. He didn’t want to find himself back in Snape’s office again.
“What do you have in mind, Malfoy?” He asked in spite of himself. Draco did have experience with the drug. Maybe he knew a way off of it.
“Let me have you, Potter. It’s as simple as that. Snape will lose his claim on you and I simply won’t give you any more of the drug. I’ll let you come off of it and everything will go back to normal.”
Harry’s eyes widened at the offer. It was too good to be true. “You’re lying, there’s no way you’d let me go. There’s too much at stake for you and your family to let me go. Voldemort would kill you all if he found out.”
Draco snorted. “Believe what you will, but my offer won’t last forever. I have my own reasons for wanting to set you free, Harry.” He sighed and shook his head. “I’ll give you three days to decide, Potter. Now either go to class or your room and be glad that it was I who found you sulking out here and not Snape.”
The Gryffindor watched, his mouth agape as Draco walking over to the statue and uttering the password he had been given and made his way upstairs to Dumbledore’s office.
This was really beginning to become too much for Harry.
To Be Continued…
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