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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 5: In which sleeping arrangements are made
Shouldn't someone with his background be used to nudeness? Harry compared his experiences with this scene. He had seen so many whores in his district but all their professional part-nudeness, provocative clothing and make-up never provoked this response from his body.
Maybe it was the surroundings or the lack of intentions made the difference. Harry wasn't stupid and he knew when someone desired him and wanted to make an approach. There was interest on his master's side but he doubted that the other man would act on it.
His eyes and his youth made him a target for advances in the slums he had had to call his home but the offers had left him cold. Now this man's body made the blood sing through his veins in a very irritating way.
The soft splashes of water against the basin walls indicated that it was safe to turn around. Harry placed the towels securely out of harms way. It wouldn't get him praise if they got wet before they were needed. He took a deep breath. I the older didn't see something strange I this situation why should he? It was just one more colour dot in a deeply disturbing and constantly shifting picture. The impressions of the last two days made his head spin.
Snape was spread out comfortably in the scented water and was observing him with a raised eyebrow, opaque eyes guarding the thoughts behind. He was still waiting for the sponge.
Harry hoped that he wouldn't be asked to wash his master, that would be deeply embarrassing. Walter hadn't said anything about it but one never knew. Were wizards really that lazy?
The boy made himself comfortable on the rim of the basin and handed the sponge over. Sleep was making his eyelids heavy.
Severus slowly began to wash himself, clinically examining his observations about the boy like he would the reactions in a volatile potion. How could a street child appear to be so innocent, blushing on every occasion?
The silence in the bathroom had changes from comfortable to oppressing and Harry broke it with his half conscious rambling. He needed to do something or he would fall asleep fall into and drown himself in the tube. "Wizards aren't that different to my people." He worried his lower lip. "The people in the house we were tonight, they..."
He was interrupted rather coldly. "I don't remember asking you for your unqualified conclusions. In fact I don't remember giving you permission to speak."
"But Walters said that it is my job to keep you company and entertain you. It was so silent that I thought..."
"Stop babbling."
A hurt look and distinct sniffing. Some minutes later Severus finished his bath, stood up and waited for the towel. The boy looked anywhere but at him. This time Severus hadn't enough patience anymore. Teenager feelings were not his forte anyways. He dismissed Harry who hurried out of the bathroom.
The evening had gone well and met his expectations and wishes. The look in Riddles eyes had been most satisfactory but he would never underestimate the man. The game had to be played very carefully. The wizarding high-society was a sorry bunch of bored idiots who loved nothing more than a secret. The gossip mill would run overtime.
Severus was smiling but it was not a pleasant smile.
His bathrobe was slid carelessly on the floor and he made himself ready to go to bed.
"Should I fetch your nightclothes?"
What the-? The wretched boy was lying on the floor at the end of his bed and looked at him expectantly. His clothes except his boxer shorts were carefully folded beside him.
"What are you doing here? Why are you not in the servant's quarters?"
A puzzled stare. "Walters said that I have to sleep here."
"Come again?"
"Yesterday I slept on a cot but he put it away. He said that I am to be available and..."
"Walters seems to have said a lot and misunderstood even more. I will have to speak with him tomorrow." He closed his eyes and massaged his temples. "You can stay here tonight but if I stumble over you or if you disturb me you will regret it."
Inconveniences, he really didn't like them. So what about a little vengeance? Ah, yes. "And for the nightclothes, I don't wear any."
A very audible gulp.
Severus climbed in his bed, pulling the warm sheets around him. He wasn't used to someone else sleeping in his room, he would tell Walters to prepare the adjourning room. Soft sounds from the floor prevented him from going to sleep immediately. 'Oh, for goodness...'
He sat up and threw a spare pillow and a blanked in Harry's direction.
"And I don't want to hear another sound, understood?"

The magical world got faster used to Harry Dursley than Harry Dursley got used to the magical world. He followed Severus Snape everywhere and more than once his master had to remind him not to stare. The boy learned fast to move in midst all these fanciful clothed people. He learned to know when he should go out of someone's way and how to avoid hexes. It was common for some drunken wizards to engage themselves in a duel. Alcohol wasn't helping to aim and Severus hadn't been happy about de-hexing his servant after he got hit with a wayward furnunculus hex.
Sometimes someone would still stare at him and some women had stroked over his head and sometimes even his master directed some words at him. Yes, the lucky stars were shining down on one Harry Dursley.
At the moment he was sitting in the kitchen and drinking some tea and reading a book. He had made fast friends with one houself named Dobby. The other elves ignored him most of the time.
Dobby told him that the concept of human servants having the same status as them was still bugging them. Some even looked down on the two minor servants of Snape Manor, Harry and a chauffeur named Gaston. Walters was major-domus and the head of the staff but because elves had magic and muggles hadn't they felt they were above them. One would never have guessed if they saw their docile behaviour in company of wizards and witches. But most of the time they left the humans alone.
To Gaston's everlasting astonishment Harry hadn't stopped to admire and being loyal to his master. That was unheard of, it was the nature of things to complain about the potions master if no wizard was around. But Harry only got angry whenever Gaston tried to convince him how unreasonable his feelings were. The boy's knife was fast and his insults very colourful if someone dared to speak ill of Severus Snape.
Gaston would have loved to beat some sense into the younger servant. But the master of the house had forbidden anyone to touch the boy without his command.
"Snape is cruel and cold! Yes, you can get away with more than normal with him but Harry, be sensible! When has he ever talked to you like he would with a boy? He treats you like a pet!"
Harry only smiled softly. Gaston had never been exposed to the life Harry had had to live. Rags on the body, abusive relatives and never enough in the stomach. "But I am his pet. He is kind to me and I serve him."
Gaston threw his hands over his head and moaned. It was useless. "What are you doing down here? Normally you are with him."
"Yep, I accompany him everywhere. Yesterday we were at 'Violette's'."
That sparked the chauffeur's interest. Violett's was one of the most famous meeting points of the demimonde. "How is it there?"
Harry closed his book and wrinkled his nose. "It is a dirty-white house and there were a lot of people. I don't think it was something special. The whores there, they were too shrill and ordinary, I can't see their appeal. And I must have angered the master because looked at me hard and he sent me to the entrance hall only after five minutes. I didn't wait there long, he didn't stay for long."
Gaston was disappointed and longed to ask some more questions but hold back after a furious stare from Dobby who knew trough his elf connections about the nature of Violett's and he deeply disapproved of his little human friend being there.
Harry was deep in thought, he remembered an incident of the former evening.
The servant had waited in the entrance hall like he was told and had read in his book when someone stopped in front of him. It had been one of the guests and he had seen him quite often at the other parties. Harry remembered that the man was a high ministry employee and that his master seemed to hate him even if he always was polite. Painfully polite.
The arrogance and the discomfort of the older had been apparent and Harry really wondered about his reasons to speak with a mere servant, to ask him if Snape was present. Really, where else would he be with Harry sitting here and waiting?
And to ask him after his name!
"Harry."
"Just Harry? You don't know more? Where do you come from, where has he found you?"
The look in these brown eyes had made Harry shudder but he raised his chin and met the other's stare defiantly.
"I don't know more."
"You are really unknowing, it is astonishing."
"I don't know why you take this much interest in me." What was this man aiming at?
"Interest? In a creature like you? Not likely." And with this he spun around and stalked upstairs to the ballroom.
A bell rang and brought the servant back to the present. He had expected it and was now frantically searching for his accessories. "The master is coming, he said he wanted to visit the apothecary on Diagon Alley. Where are my gloves? Gaston, you are sitting on them." With a final wink he was on his way.
TBC
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