Pour Combattre Soif et Aime To Fight desire & love | By : starmelace Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2413 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Harry stood over his smoldering cauldron, wondering how on earth this qualified as a date...or courting session. Whatever. His idea of a pleasant date was to go to Hogsmeade, take a walk in the woods, or play some Quidditch. Apparently Snape's idea of a date was to torture Harry further by making him make a potion. Slimy git.
Harry glanced over at Snape, who was immersed in paperwork, most likely grading papers from those poor first years. Harry bit his lip, glancing back down at the sludge that boiled below him, before gathering his courage and saying,
"Sir...I was on a...date yesterday with Malfoy." Snape looked up from the stack of papers to raise an eyebrow.
"Indeed, Potter. How fascinating." Harry ignored the sarcasm and plowed on.
"Well, he...there were welts and stuff all over his arm. They looked really bad..." Snape sighed in exasperation and set down his quill.
"Potter, for once in your life use that brain of yours. Draco is a deatheater, his father is a deatheater. It is common in wizarding families to use physical abuse as punishment. Those marks that you saw were the handiwork of Lucius or the Dark Lord, undoubtedly."
"Oh..." Harry muttered, looking back down. He felt a twinge of guilt, which confused him. Why on earth was he feeling sorry for Malfoy, the bastard who was trying to hand him on a silver platter to Voldemort? But for some reason, Harry couldn't get the sight of those scars out of his mind; they burned in his brain over and over again. Lost in his own thoughts, Harry was only vaguely aware of Snape standing up and behind him. He heard a scowl and looked up to see the man shaking his head as he examined Harry's work.
"Potter, it truly escapes me how your mother could be so brilliant at potions, and you so utterly incompetent." Harry glared back at Snape and dropped his ladle into the cauldron, sending bits of black sludge splattering to the ground, where it sizzled menacingly.
"You know, if this is your idea of getting me to like you, it's not working. Malfoy may be a bastard, but his date was actually fun."
Snape's lip curled in amusement. "You call breaking your arm fun, Potter? My, you really are a glutton for pain,aren't you?"
Harry's hands clenched into fists, trembling slightly to control his temper. God the man knew how to push all his buttons.
"Screw this. We both know that you're my only option anyway. I'm not spending another second in your insipid is a waste of my time." Harry turned on his heel and went to yank the door open, only to find it locked. He turned back around to see Snape smoothly pocketing his wand, a smug expression on his face.
"Be that as it may, you are required to follow the rules of courtship. Which means you have another hour in my 'insipid presence' as you put it. Sit down. No need to have you endangering either of us with your worthless concoction." He flicked his wand again and the potion vanished. Snape then gestured with a dismissive wave of his hand for Harry to sit.
A muscle twitched in Harry's jaw, but he knew from experience that there was no use fighting with Snape. He stalked over to the chair on the other side of Snape's desk and sank into it. Snape followed, sitting back down in the chair across from him. For a minute one could have heard a pin drop in the room, the silence dragging on and on, Harry again lost in thought, staring at his shoes. Then Snape broke the silence at last by saying, "Oh, this is sweet Potter, whoever knew you could be such a romantic. Dreaming of a wedding at sunset, how cliché. Who is the bride? Miss Weasley?" Harry's head snapped up, both shocked and infuriated. God damn the man, it had completely slipped Harry's mind that the man was a Legilmens.
"Stay out of my head!" Harry hissed, eyes narrowed vehemently, leaning forward in his chair. Snape smirked, in turn leaning back in his chair and lacing his fingers together.
"You're as easy to read as an open book Potter. You never learned to closer your mind properly."
"You never tried to teach me properly!" Harry retorted. "You used it to mock me!" Snape's eyes narrowed.
"I used it to try and protect you from the Dark Lord, you ungrateful wretch. Perhaps if you had learned to close your mind, your precious godfather would still be alive."
Harry wasn't aware of jumping out of his chair, or climbing over the desk, but before he knew it he was on top of Snape, trying to do as much physical damage as possible. However Snape's strength was by far a superior match to Harry's and with one swift move he had slammed Harry into the shelves, sending vials flying off and smashing to the floor. Harry tried to thrown the potion's master back off of him but froze when he felt a wand against his temple. "You're being exceptionally stupid, boy." Snape hissed. "You would do well to remember that in four months I will control almost everything in your worthless life. I would have no qualms about making your life hell. And if you think life with me sounds bad, imagine Malfoy fucking you before turning you over to Voldemort." Then Snape stepped backwards, lowering his wand, allowing Harry to peel himself off the wall, breathing hard. "Get out." Snape ordered and Harry wasted no time in obeying, practically running from the room.
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