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You Don't See Me	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 11703 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-I
- 2-II
- 3-III
- 4-IV
- 5-V
- 6-VI
- 7-VII
- 8-VIII
- 9-IX
- 10-X
- 11-XI
- 12-XII
- 13-XIII
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VIII.
'I'm speechless and faded. It's too complicated.'

Harry chewed his lower lip and
tapped his quill. Snape hadn't said a word to him since “as
you can see, Potter, you've got your work cut out for you. I do hope
you intend to finish it.” That had been three hours ago.
Snape hadn't lifted his gaze from the papers laid out in front of him
when he said it, just lifted his hand and gestured at the chair on
the opposite side of the desk, and he hadn't lifted his gaze in
Harry's direction since.

He got up once for a fresh cup
of tea, and brought back a cup for Harry without bothering to ask if
he wanted one. Odd enough behavior, really. Once Severus had asked if
he wanted tea. When he said yes, he'd just waved his hand and said
'it's over there. Get me a cup while you're at it.' It was the kind
of thing that had made Harry loathe the man, but the unusual kindness
paired with the silent treatment made Harry feel like he might
explode from trying to guess where he stood after what Snape had
walked in on last night.

There was this voice in his head
saying that Snape had actually come to tell him to come back to work,
had forgiven him for his accidental infiltration of the man's very
private thoughts. Maybe Snape thought last night made them even. Then
again, the other voice in his head was saying that maybe the older
man was was pissed all over again but needed the help on the work so
decided the silent treatment was better than letting his godawful
temper take over. And there was a third voice that demanded he say
something, anything, to break the awkward silence. That's the voice
that won.

“Er...”

Severus sighed softly and
lowered his quill. Really, Harry had held out far longer than he'd
expected.

“Uhm...s-sir...uh...”

“There
is nothing to say, Potter. Forget it. I already have.”

'No you haven't, or you
wouldn't know what I was trying to say just now.' Harry
rose to his feet in agitation and glared. “That's not true! You
know it's not! We! We have a lot we ought to say to each other! Like,
for starters, how I really didn't mean to...”

'To what? Invade my private
thoughts yet again? Or get caught screaming my name while you
pleasured yourself?' Snape
thought bitterly. He forced himself not to dwell on the latter,
because that was...well, it was sexy, and the fact that he found it
sexy was incredibly wrong on a number of levels. Ever since Harry
Potter had stumbled into his life, things had just become so damn
complicated. He'd sort
of done it to himself, and he knew this...but it always made him feel
better to blame it on Harry.

“Potter,”
Snape replied sharply, obsidian eyes cutting straight through Harry's
sentence. “You can have your little fantasies on your time to
your heart's content. I can't stop you. However, while you are on my
time,
you will not mention them. You will not think of them. You will not
acknowledge that they exist, and you will certainly not expect me to
humor them. If that is quite clear, then I do not see any reason why
we cannot continue to work together, provided you keep your wand to
yourself for a change. My private thoughts have nothing to do with
you and I won't have you intruding on them again.”

Harry glowered his hardest at
Snape, but when the man didn't react sat back down with a flop and
crossed his arms stubbornly. “God! You're impossible!” he
griped. “No wonder you have no friends.” Oh, he shouldn't
have said that.

Snape
had just been picking his quill up again and it sort of started to
smoke. Severus calmed himself quickly, but fixed Harry with a firm
frown. He hated the way the damnable boy always got to him. Why did
his normally well-controlled emotions always fray and crackle
whenever Harry was around? It wasn't fair. His composure ought to be
unflappable at this point. It would be, except...there was this one
thing that always, without fail, got him riled, this one insufferable
boy...who apparently thought he was worth wanking over. 'Severus,
get your mind off that subject right this instant!' He
let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. “If you're
trying to get onto the list of my nearest and dearest, Potter, you're
doing a rotten job of it.”

“Sod
off,” Harry spat in annoyance. “You're such an arse. It's
fine to think of you while I wank, but it's not fine to try to have
an actual conversation with you? You're completely disturbed.
Fucking mental.
Voldemort and Malfoy have warped your mind beyond repair. If you
weren't so damned brilliant you probably wouldn't even be able to
string together a coherent sentence.”

Severus blinked. There was a
lone compliment in that string of insults, and for a moment he nearly
laughed. That was the sort of tirade only Harry could go on and still
manage to glare so firmly at him when it was over. “Potter,
I've been wondering this for a while now, but I suppose I'm just
going to have to ask.”

Harry's glower softened
slightly. “Hm?”

“...you
don't listen to yourself when you're speaking, do you?”

“Huh?”

“The
words coming out of your mouth, Potter. You have no idea what you're
going to say until it's already come out, do you?” It was like
verbal diarrhea.

“Oh,
and I suppose you plan out everything you're going to say before you
say it?” Harry tried to defend himself, but then after about
three seconds his bad mood deflated and he laughed. “Of course
you do. I bet you'd outline the entire conversation before it started
if you could.” He snickered.

Snape wasn't sure whether to be
more amused or annoyed. Harry's nose wrinkled when he laughed,
causing his glasses to skew slightly. There was something quaintly
charming about that. “Oh, be quiet you little fool.”

Harry grinned at him. It was
always easier to be daring when you had the lead in a conversation.
“So, you really don't mind, about last night?”

For the first time ever, Harry
got the pleasure of seeing Severus blush. It was faint, and vanished
quickly, but in that instant about forty new fantasies shot through
his mind.

“If
you aren't going to do any work, then get out,” Snape insisted.

Harry wrinkled his nose. “I'm
working. More or less, anyway.”

“More
on the less side, I think,” Snape grit out.

“Well,
at the moment I'm working on getting you to actually speak, so I
think I'm working pretty hard,” Harry joked. He knew he was
flirting, just a little, and it was the first time in his life he
realized he was doing it on purpose.

Snape clammed up at that. He
couldn't help his stubborn streak. He wanted to spit out a dozen
scathing remarks, each that came to mind more interesting than the
last, but if Harry wanted him to speak, then dammit he wasn't going
to say a word even if it killed him.

Harry shrugged and risked
getting up and moving around the desk. Snape tensed when Harry draped
his arms over the older man's shoulders. “Of course, not
speaking is fine too, if we're doing something more interesting.”
Like maybe making Snape blush again? Bah. No such luck. It had been
so cute that Harry couldn't help but want to relive the experience.

“For
pity's sake, Potter, get back to work!” Snape finally snapped.
“I am not your friend and I am certainly not your toy. Last
night never happened as far as I'm concerned. I am doing my best to
block it from my memory without resorting to magic, so I would
appreciate it if you would kindly
stop
bringing it up!” It being the subject, not the warmth pooling
in the front of his trousers that Harry definitely didn't need to
know about. Ever.

Harry sighed and let his arms
slide back until his hands were only just barely resting on Snape's
shoulders. “You've never once had sex you honestly enjoyed,
have you?” he asked rhetorically. He knew he was testing
Snape's limited patience, but he rubbed the man's shoulders once
again. “Don't get pissed. I'm not about to rape you, or
anything. I'm just saying if you wanted to give it a go, I'd be
willing. It wouldn't have to mean anything.” Harry wanted it to
mean something. Badly. But he'd take what he could get. He was still
pretty sure all he was going to get out of Snape was a firm hexing
and a door slammed in his face, but that wouldn't exactly be new.

Severus stood abruptly, causing
Harry to stumble backwards. “Take your work back to your room
and do it there,” he snapped. “I've had as much of you as
I can take for one day if this is how you plan to behave.”

“But,
Professor...” Harry didn't think he'd get kicked out for a
little teasing. 'You
didn't think at all, Harry,'
he
chided himself. 'Just
like always. Snape's got a lot of pride. Of course he's kicking you
out. He probably thinks you've spent the past ten minutes walking all
over it.'

“Have
you no sense of shame,
Potter?” Severus seethed indignantly. Harry couldn't help but
find the expression cute in spite of himself. “You damn well
know how I felt about your mother and...”

“Stop
using her as an excuse!” Harry snapped.

“What?!”

“My
mother isn't here. Stop using her as an excuse. She
didn't
want you. I do. I'm not making some kind of confession of my undying
love. I'm not telling you to stop loving my mum, either. All I'm
saying is that I think you're smart and sexy and I wouldn't mind one
bit if you bent me over this desk right now and shagged me until I
could no longer feel my spine. I'm not trying to force you into
anything you don't want, but I'm not going to hide what it is that I
want,
either, and that's you! If you're too caught up in the bloody past to
appreciate that in the present someone's taken a fancy to you, then
fine! But just because you've no interest in being my lover doesn't
mean you can't at least try
to
be my friend, you stubborn git!”

Harry grabbed a handful of the
papers on the desk and threw them as hard as he could against Snape's
chest. Being paper, they mostly fluttered impotently to the ground as
he stormed from the room, leaving Snape staring behind him in shock.

The older man collapsed to the
chair with a heavy sigh. “Damn you, Potter. It's
just...complicated.”

“Is
it so complicated, Severus?” Dumbledore's portrait piped up
behind him. Severus' shoulders tensed.

“What
it is, old man, is none of your business. You wouldn't give me any
peace while you were alive. The least you can do now that you're dead
is shut the hell up when I tell you to.”

From the other side of the room,
Phineas Nigellius Black's portrait said, “Well, he sure told
you, didn't he Albus?”

Dumbledore shrugged. “All
things that are meant to be come about in due course,” he
answered cryptically.

Severus' lip curled into a
grimace. He knew what Dumbledore was saying and couldn't deny that
the argument was valid. If he didn't take drastic measures, then it
was only a matter of time before he caved in and gave Harry whatever
he wanted. That was, after all, what he'd always done for his
so-called 'friends'.
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