Why Should That Mean It Isn\'t Real? | By : HedwigsOwl Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 6714 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling nor do I own Harry Potter. I am not making money from this story, it is purely for entertainment. |
With reflexes left over from his previous years, Harry came from deep sleep to full wakefulness as soon the rising sun breached the open window of the boy's dormitory. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Harry peered through the gap in his curtains and saw that the room was still, the sound of the other men snoring filling the room. With a sigh, Harry let his head drop back to the pillow with a soft thud. He thought perhaps it would be better, more productive to get up, grab a shower and prepare for the day and yet he found his mind drifting the longer he lay in his bed. His first week at Hogwarts had been fairly uneventful despite Kingsley's ominous news. After the events of the last year, the news of one of Voldemort's followers exacting revenge had failed to make an impression.
Another day, another death eater.
His concern was less for himself and much more for the rest of the Order. Harry grimaced as his thoughts inevitably drifted to Snape, as they had almost daily during the last several months. During the summer he had almost convinced himself that his current obsession with the man was natural; borne of guilt and curiosity but now that he faced the man every day he could no longer deny his unruly emotions or the urgency of his body. Harry was no longer surprised at the response in the man's presence; it was becoming common practice. But he was angry about it. Being aroused in Snape's proximity was one thing but he didn't want to need him this fast, this hard, this deep as soon as the man entered his thoughts. Snape had barely approached him since the first night of term and yet he seemed to be everywhere Harry went, watching him with those dark eyes. Consuming him.
Pure lust shot through Harry, increasing the force of his erection until he could feel the pounding of his heart in his own dick. Without conscious thought Harry's hand drifted lower until his fingertips met the band of his pyjama bottoms. How often had he lay in this bed, desperate for release and yet never allowing himself the sweet relief. Not with Severus Snape on his mind. It was wrong; the man was old enough to be his father, he had been a death eater, they barely tolerated each other, he had a girlfriend. On and on the list went. He found he had to recall the reasons more and more as the day progressed but it was getting harder to ignore his raging need. He hoped it would soon pass.
Disgusted with himself, irritated with Snape for nothing more than arousing him and not knowing it, Harry flung aside his blanket and jumped to his feet. Storming to the showers, Harry stripped until he was naked and stepped under the scalding stream of water, resting his weight against the tiled wall until his arousal had subsided to an aching memory. He didn't know how long he stood under the rushing water but soon the sound of his dorm mates rising from their beds reached his ears. Turning of the shower, Harry toweled himself off and readied himself for the day ahead, gritting in his teeth as he realised that his first class was double potions.
HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP“The Wiggenweld potion is a highly advanced potion capable of awakening an individual from a magically induced sleep.” Snape said, walking between the rows of desks, his fingers running along the edge of each one as he passed. “Some of you may have come across it last year under Professor Slughorn's tutelage however considering certain....distractions in the previous year, we shall be reviewing it.”Snape spun on his heel once he reached the head of the classroom and his eyes scanned around the room. Harry lowered his glance before they reached his side of the room, focusing on the engravings on the worn desk, afraid to look up and meet that penetrating stare. “The instructions are on the board, the ingredients are before you. You may begin.”
It was strange how much easier he found brewing without certain student's jeopardizing his potion. Draco Malfoy had been one of the few Slytherin's of his year that had returned to Hogwarts to complete his education and despite from a few hesitant nods and a somewhat uncomfortable thank you on their first day of classes, Harry and he had little interaction. Before his taunts and sabotages would have Harry's temper at a trigger point and yet now, there was no real distraction. All but one. It was almost soothing and if it weren't for Snape's close proximity, Harry was sure he could close his mind to everything but the bubbling cauldron before him.
Over an hour had passed before Harry raised his aching neck, and taking a quick look into Hermione's potion was satisfied that he was correctly brewing it as both potions had taken on a pale sickly yellow colour. Looking towards the board, Harry realised he was still a few steps from completion with the class soon coming to an end. As if against his will, his eyes scanned across the room towards the teacher's desk and locked with Snape's, who was staring directly at Harry with such familiarity that he felt the breath catch in his throat.
Dropping his eyes towards his potion, Harry grabbed for the honeywater determined to finish his potion and leave the classroom before he embarrassed himself again. With one drop, his potion turned a violent blue; with the second drop, the cauldron began to shake and by the time Harry tried to pull back his hand, a large glob of the potion had exploded from the cauldron like lava erupting from a volcano, coating his skin. Harry clenched his teeth as the potion continued to bubble and boil against his flesh, burning him slowly, painfully. Screams and yells came from opposite ends of the room as the cauldron began to vibrate ferociously, tilting back and forth on its curved base. A shift of magic in the air surrounded Harry a second before strong arms turned him on the spot, curling around him as the cauldron gave a final hiss, shooting out another large lump of potion before becoming still once more. Harry felt Snape's pain more than heard it when the potion hit his back and yet he didn't make a sound. If it weren't for the tensing of his chest and the thudding of his heart against Harry's cheek where he was pulled in safely, no one would know the man had been hurt.
Tucking his injured hand against his chest, Harry pulled away from the all too comforting arms of Snape and stepped back, looking around the classroom. Every student had moved towards the back of the class, some ducked behind desks and chairs to escape the path of the explosion. Snape's voice broke the still.
“Class dismissed. Every one will receive full marks on this occasion. You may go.”
Ron, whose potion had turned an odd sludge like texture, seemed particularly happy at Snape's generosity. Student's shuffled about, grabbing their bags and parchment. Ron and Hermione came towards Harry, a look of concern on their faces as they eyed the potion stained skin of his cradled hand.
“Oh, Harry” Hermione exclaimed, reaching for her bag. “Does it hurt?”
“Just a smidge.” Harry replied through clenched teeth. Ron put a hand on his shoulder, leading him towards the door.
“Come on, free period next. Let's get you to Madam Pomfrey.”
“I will see to Potter, Weasley.” Snape's voice interjected coldly. Harry went still. “Leave.”
With a shrug and a look of commiseration, Ron and Hermione left the classroom closing the door behind them with a resounding click. A low groan erupted from behind and Harry spun on the spot, facing Snape in time to see him peeling off his stained robes with obvious difficulty. Harry's heart clenched within his chest at the sight of the man's pain.
“I'm sorry.” Harry began, shifting on the spot as the burning in his hand continued to build. Snape smiled, more teeth than amusement and threw his spoiled robes over Harry's desk.
“No apologies, Harry.” He said softly, wrapping a gentle yet firm hand around Harry's forearm above his injury, Snape whispered under his breath and the thick globular potion disappeared instantly yet the pain remained. After a few moments of studying the reddened, blistering skin Snape frowned and waved his hand back and forth elegantly, as if conducting an orchestra. A glass bowl floated into the room from the storage cupboard followed by corked jar filled with some unknown clear liquid. Harry watched in fascination as Snape uncorked the jar and poured its contents into the bowl, the light of the torches shimmering on the surface.
“Is that some sort of healing potion?”
Snape's eyebrow arched, with surprise or amusement Harry couldn't tell.
“Yes, one of the most healing substances known to man and wizard alike. Water.” Snape finished at Harry's blank gaze, his eyes glittering with humour. Amusement it is then, Harry thought. Before he could respond, soft fingers lifted his injured hand and placed it into the cold water. “That should help ease the pain. I'll deal with the burns once the skin is cleansed.”
Harry dropped into one of the chairs, careful not to spill any of the water over the rim of the bowl.
“What about you?” Harry said, his eyes focusing on the man's chest rather than his face. “You're hurt.”
“The potion is more potent when it is exposed to naked skin. The pain has already eased.” Snape replied silkily, falling into one of stools beside Harry with a masculine grace that made Harry's cock throb. Licking his lips, Harry turned his head towards the now half-melted, completely ruined cauldron and frowned.
“I am a bit rubbish at this. I don't know what happened.”
“You were doing well, until the end.” Snape replied, neither patronisingly nor pityingly. “You must allow the flobberworm mucus to be absorbed fully before you can add the honeywater. It becomes quite violent if you do not.”
“So I noticed.” Harry said dryly. Snape laughed softly, more a low rumble in the back of his throat than true laughter yet it was laughter nonetheless. “You seem so different.”
“In some ways, yes.” The older man replied, tilting his head to the side. If he was surprised at the sudden turn of conversation, he didn't show it. “In other ways, no.”
“I never thought I'd see the day that you'd give everyone full marks.”
“Your friend Weasley should thank you for your selfless act.” Snape said with a sneer. “He was fast approaching a zero with that concoction.”
Harry laughed. “I guess some things don't change.”
“And some things do. I'm not the man I was for many reasons.” Snape said, gazing off into the distance with a look of a man deep in thought before he turned suddenly and stared into Harry's eyes with an intensity that shocked him. “I am capable of more than what I was, Harry. I need you to know that.”
Somewhat uncomfortable with the serious of the conversation, Harry nodded silently, unable to tear his eyes away from the man despite his unease. “I know.”
“May I?” Snape said, holding a hand out for Harry's injured one. Shaking off the residual droplets of water, Harry hissed through his teeth as his tender skin met the air. With another wave of his hand, a second jar floated from the storage room and slid down the length of the table with a loudscreetch. Wrapping his long delicate fingers of one hand around Harry's injured skin, Snape began to lather the sweet smelling, green lotion with the other. “Many congratulations by the way. Witch Weekly's most charming smile award. It seems you have achieved fame beyond all we could have imagined.”
Harry frowned in mock annoyance. “Very funny. What a load of nonsense.”
“Fame often is.” Snape replied simply, solemnly. “How has your first week been?”
“Despite all the staring, it's been fine.” Harry said, his gaze flicking between the soothing motion of Snape's hands on his skin, and those mesmerising eyes. “I've gotten used to that by now.”
Snape smirked. “No more disillusionment charms?”
Harry felt his jaw drop. “So you did see me. How the hell did you do that?”
“This may surprise you Mr. Potter but I am an exceptionally gifted wizard in all areas of magic, not just potions.” Harry raised his eyebrows in question, wondering why the man was pointing out the obvious. “Those few who have such skill can feel magic shift, mold and appear around them. You are a particularly gifted wizard and your magic entering a room is as clear as a siren sounding your presence. I could feel you, Harry.”
Snape finished, staring deeply into his eyes. Heat coursed through Harry and goosebumps erupted along his skin from the other man's touch, no longer rubbing but now stroking as if enjoying the feel of the skin beneath.
“I guess that means I'll have to use my cloak if I want to sneak out after curfew.”
“No, I would still catch you.” Looking down at the joined hands, Snape let Harry's hand slip through his own as if he were desperate to prolong the contact. “You'll be a little tender for a few days but there shouldn't be any permanent damage.”
“Thanks.” Harry said, quickly reaching for his school bag. “I'm sorry again for the mess.”
“Concentrate a little harder next time, Mr Potter and I'm sure we won't have this problem again.”
Nodding in agreement, Harry turned and walked towards the door, trying to ignore the tingling in his hand. When his hand rested on the door knob, Harry heard Snape speak again.
“I wonder if I might ask you a favour, Harry?”
Harry felt his eyebrows raise in surprise as he turned to face the older man. He had never in all his years at Hogwarts heard Severus Snape ask for a favour. Nevertheless, he would give it to him. “Of course, Sir.”
“I understand that you and Mr Malfoy have put your past hostilities aside?” At Harry's nod, Snape continued. “Might I ask that you extend the hand of friendship that you so cordially offered to me, to him? He may hide it well but he admires you a great deal, and I think it will ease some of the guilt that he carries.”
“I...uh,” Harry cleared his throat, hating the flash of jealousy he felt at Snape's obvious concern for the younger Malfoy “Of course, I mean...I can try.”
“That is all I ask, Harry.” Snape said, nodding slightly in thanks. Harry raised a hand in farewell and left the room, trying to ignore the small voice deep within his conscious that told him to stay.
N/B: Of course the sex isn't coming yet, Harry needs a couple of more chapters to get used to things. Thanks for reading and please review :)
XX
While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo