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Sheltered Hearts

by Shenkai
Major Pairing: Snarry

Other Pairings: APWBD/TMR, APWBD/HS, APWBD/AM, EP/TMR, CW/OC, canon
pairings
Spoilers: Takes place
after Order of the Phoenix, during Half-Blood Prince and Deathly Hallows (I
have most of the DH portion done, but am still working on the HBP) I do try to
stick to canon (books) as much as possible – the contents fits in the canon,
very little AR.

Chapter Three – Mead Makes for a Happy
Grump
Monday, September 16th, 1996
Harry found himself sneaking down to Snape's dungeon on Monday night. It
was well past ten, it had been hard to shake Ron off, but he made it undetected
thus far and was about to knock when the door opened and Professor Slughorn stepped out. "I still don't
understand Potter's past marks in Potions, Severus. He has yet to fail to make
anything I have set; perhaps your bias for your own house had caused you to
score him low?"
Harry could see Snape's murderous expression and wondered why Professor Slughorn was not cringing away from it. Perhaps
Snape used it often as a student as well? Harry was amazed at the control
Snape had over his tone of voice when he spoke. "Believe me, Horace; I do
not understand his incompetence either. Before now, Potter had never put much
effort in potions and put a whole lot more effort in defying me. That was why
he scored so low during my tenure as his professor. He never seemed to
want to learn anything I could have taught him." He paused, and his
nostrils flared as if he had caught the scent of something new. "But thank
you, anyway, for the drink. Perhaps the next time you decide to offer me a
drink, we could discuss a less controversial topic."
Snape held the door open and seemed
to be watching Slughorn leave. "Get inside," he whispered once
Slughorn was out of earshot and Harry scrambled to comply.
He sniffed his clothes, wondering
what had tipped the professor off to his presence, perhaps it was the patchouli
in the aftershave he used now that he was shaving on a daily basis. Girls
seemed to like it, but the reason he got it was that the apothecary had told him it could do wonders for his headaches. "I hope you don't mind, Sir. I thought – well I can come back tomorrow it now is not a good time." Harry could not help but see the debris from Slughorn's visit. There was a half empty box of the aged professor's favorite, Crystallized Pineapple, and two bottles of Madam Rosemarta's Spiced Mead, one full and one half empty. To Harry, it looked to be a bit more
intimate than a friendly – what had Snape called it? –
tête-à-tête
between colleagues. Jealousy rose up from somewhere deep in the pit of his
stomach, and there was an unbidden urge to close the door and find a way of
marking Severus as his.
Snape frowned, hearing an uncharacteristic
growl roll from Harry's throat as the teen gawped at the table. He waved a wand
over the scene, causing the empty to refill and all to seal itself. The spell
broken, Harry now watched with awe as it all flew from the table to the door
that Harry could only assume led to the private parts of Snape's rooms. The
door opened a crack, just enough for the parcels to fly through, and Harry
tried to catch a glimpse of what was beyond the door when Snape moved to stand
between Harry and the door.
Potter blinked, his eyes trying to
adjust to the sudden change in his field of view. "Potter, have you ever
considered getting your eyes fixed?" Snape said with frustration in his
voice. "You could get rid of those infernal glasses."
Harry shook his head. "No. Dumbledore
wore glasses at my age, and so did my Dad."
Severus used the wand he still held
in his hand to swipe the offending glasses off with a casual flick of his
wrist. "And just how vulnerable are you at this moment? Professor
Dumbledore has," he was interrupted by Harry.
Harry could not believe what Snape
was doing, taunting him about a dumb pair of glasses when they were supposed to
be working on Occlumency. Still, it was strange for Snape to bother to look
that closely at him to be annoyed by the things. He must not like to see his
face reflected back in the twin mirrors he knew the lenses became when hit just
right by the light. "Accio glasses!" Harry yelled and they zoomed
back to his face.
Severus shook his head. He muttered
something Harry could not discern under his breath, it almost sounded like a
chant, and a golden mist left the tip of the professor's wand. It settled
itself over Harry's head, and he could feel the warmth of the spell affecting
his eyes. Briefly blinded by the spell and the mist, Harry's other hyper-alert
senses kicked in. He could smell mead, a faded mishmash of the smells of many
potion fumes, the scent of parchment and ink, and a uniquely musky scent that
was interwoven with a floral scent. He inhaled deeper; trying to isolate the
last scent pair, feeling it was vaguely familiar. Long, slender fingers gently
removed the glasses from his face and he could feel tiny tremors where those
fingers accidentally brushed his skin.
The warmth, the smell, and his
glasses were gone all too soon. He opened his eyes and looked about, but Snape
appeared to be gone too. His glasses, he could quite clearly see, were on the
desk. Under the door deeper into the professor's sanctum, he could see a strip
of light. As he moved closer, the door was revealed to be not fully closed, so
he ventured in. He told himself that it was only to thank the professor for
fixing his eyes before he departed. He pocketed the glasses, noticing that the
prescription was gone and the lenses were lighter, so no one would have to know
he could see without them.
There was a short hall, and there
were three doors, all of which stood open. The one to the left had a lavatory,
the one directly opposite at the other end of the hall showed the closed, green
brocade curtains of the professor's four poster bed, and the door to the right
showed shelves of potions and preserved ingredients. This had to be Severus's
private laboratory. He could hear muttering and the clinking of glass from this
one, this was where Severus had retreated.
"Professor? Sir? I just
thought, perhaps. Well, maybe it would be better if I came back on Wednesday?"
He asked, poking his head into the room.
"That won't be necessary,
Potter. I just sought to remove the effects of too much mead before we
continue," Snape said. He found the vial he had been looking for, reaching
out his hand to pick it up.
Harry ran to step between the
professor and the bottle. "You are not drunk, and I don't mind being able
to see you without my glasses. I've never seen you so relaxed, and since I'm
not so nervous anymore, I think,–"
He felt the alcohol-tinged breath
whisper across his lips before the professor moved in. The kiss, unlike Cho
Chang's, was not salty with tears nor was it tentative and awkward. He closed
his eyes, giving over to the kiss. A tongue brushed against his lips and he
parted them, allowing it entry into his mouth. He could now taste traces of
honeyed liquor and pineapple, and he deepened the kiss, wanting more.
Severus's eyes flew open as he felt
Harry's arms encircle his neck and the boy drew himself closer. He knew he had
to pull away; he had to end this now, or at least before it went any further. His
hands reached up, intending to remove Harry's hands from his neck, when the boy
shifted and he was forced to sit on his worktable. Harry climbed it to straddle
him. His hands slid down Harry's arms, down his back to his waist, pulling him
closer and Harry whimpered. Breaking the kiss for air, he whispered, "Severus,"
before moving in again.
"Severus, Old Chap, I simply
cannot leave it the way we did," Slughorn's voice carried down to them and
Harry broke away from him, smiling devilishly as he flipped the sobering potion
over to the potions master and then disappeared under the cloak.
"See you on Wednesday, Sir,"
he whispered as he walked past the dazed professor and made his way back to the
dormitories. Kissing Cho had never felt that good. The stirring in his gut that
Cho had caused was nothing to the way he was feeling right now. He wished
Slughorn had not returned, but was also scared to think what might have
happened if he had not. The professor's hair was no longer greasy, and his
lips, the way he kissed was rather nice. He knew he would have to face the
consequences of tonight on Wednesday, especially for calling him Severus.
Severus downed the entire contents
of the vial, crossing over to the sink to splash his face with water and sort
himself out before going out to Horace, who was sitting in his formal office.
His colleague had a stack of
parchment in his lap, fidgeting with the corners as he waited for Severus to
appear. He stopped, pulling two phials from his pocket. They were sealed and in
stasis, one clear and one a light purple. He held the clear phial up, and a telltale
pink hue swirled to acid green. He shuddered at the evident potency of the draught,
his mind set on destroying the potion after he spoke to Severus.
"Have you come back to poison
me?" Severus asked with an obvious tone of amusement in his voice.
"He produced that his first
day," Horace said. He held up the other phial for Severus to see.
"This was the second best of that day, produced by Hermione Granger. It
was what I expected to see, pale violet, not quite done. Can you imagine? He
produced a cauldron full of one of the most powerful poisons that the ministry
allows us to teach. Only Miss Evans, his mother, ever came closer – except for
you – and both of yours were still a pinkish-purple."
Severus narrowed his eyes
suspiciously at the phial, taking it in hand so he could see the swirling green
for himself. Potter's potions were usually mediocre at best, and here was an
exceptional brew of a potion that if brewed by the book would require an additional
hour to be as clear as the sample in Horace's hand. He would pull the answer
from Potter's head. There was no way the boy could have known – surely, he
could not have done this by chance. "I have spoken all I care to about
the Chosen One. I am glad he is putting forth an effort for you that he never condescended
to give my instruction, in anything I endeavored to teach." Severus looked
at the phial again. "Perhaps you would not mind if I kept this, as a
lesson in humility?"
Horace crinkled his face in a bit of
frustration. "Well, I guess that would be alright. Minerva told me that
Potter would not have been allowed in your N.E.W.T. class. I find that quite
shocking. Have you never heard of a late bloomer?"
Severus closed his eyes, willing the
pretentious windbag to shut up. He let his mind wander back to that kiss which
never should have been allowed to happen. For that, he was grateful for
Slughorn's interruption. If he allowed Potter the liberty, he knew he could get
lost in the Chosen One's desires.
"– a whole new generation of
Sluggies. Do you think he'll join?"
Now Snape remembered why he had
drunk so much mead. "The Headmaster and Mr. Potter are on much closer
terms that I. Minerva is his head of house. As it is after midnight, and I�d
rather be getting to bed, if you insist on prattling on about Harry Potter, I
suggest you seek either of them out, or even the Gryffindor ghost, Sir
Nicholas. I for one am sick of the subject, and I must insist that you leave.
Good night, Professor."

A/N

Too slow? Too fast? My muse has not left, per se, but has ventured off into the
next half of this story, so as I rein her in, I hope that it isn't too boring.
I think I'll include in the next few chapters some more of the back-story I
alluded to in the prologue. I also plan to bring Ginny into the mix soon, I
just hope that no one minds the way I characterize her. Yes, this is a SNARRY,
but I did promise that it would fit in with the canon, so he has to end up with
her in some form.

Please review/critique/rate.

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