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Black Roses	By : BlackDawnRose Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 16093 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hi, here’s your next update. I won’t talk too much at the start of this one, I’ll let you dive right in instead. Enjoy xxoo
Shopping With Slytherins
The next couple of months went by rather quickly for Harry, with preparation for NEWTs, spending time with Draco and Severus and of course the new friends he’d made since the school had started to interact more with different houses. More and more of the teachers were attempting to get the students to interact with members of different houses and even though the environment was still a bit tense, they were all slowly coming to accept it and even embrace it.
Hermione slowly recovered from the nasty attack on her and her property and a very strong friendship had formed between her, Pansy, Ginny, Astoria (Who Harry and Hermione now knew was in fact the redhead’s girlfriend) and Daphne, Astoria’s sister. Neville and Theo had also been spending a lot of time together and Harry was sure they’d be dating soon, if they weren’t already behind the scenes.
None of the Gryffindors who’d been removed from their dorm had returned there, as no guilty party had been identified. None of them minded however, all of them settling well in to their new accommodations. The Ravenclaws had even enlarged their tower slightly so they could add a bed for Parvarti and she was all too thrilled to get to spend her last year at Hogwarts in the same dorm as Padma.
Ron and his group still refused to even try to get along with the other houses, which had earned them all quite a few detentions from several teachers. They also spent most classes glaring at the students that were trying to get along with each other and lunch times ignoring everyone else and acting as if they didn’t exist. Harry had initially been angry at them, particularly after what they did to Hermione, but now he just felt sad for them instead. Holding onto anger like that was never healthy; he knew that better than most. He hadn’t admitted it to the others, but he was especially sad about the way Ron was behaving. The other boy had been his best mate for so many years and it hurt, not only that they were not speaking anymore, but that Ron had allowed someone to do something so awful to Hermione. Not that there was any proof about who did it, but Harry knew and so did Hermione.
He couldn’t understand Ron’s resentment toward them. Sure, he and Hermione had broken up and Harry hadn’t joined Ron in bad mouthing her, but the other boy should have known him well enough by now to know he wouldn’t do that. He also knew Ron didn’t like Draco, but the Slytherin ice prince had been nothing but courteous and polite to everyone since the beginning of the year. He was making an effort to atone for his nasty behaviour the last couple of years, the least Ron could do was give him a chance. He wasn’t exactly a saint himself after all. All Harry could do was give him space and hope he came around eventually, whether it was too late for them to make amends by the time it did happen though Harry couldn’t predict.
On an upside, Harry’s relationship with Draco had only strengthened all the more since the group had started living in the Slytherin dorm. They spent evenings together, either alone, with a group or with Severus, talking, playing chess, doing homework, or sometimes just sitting in companionable silence and doing their own thing. It was so comfortable for both of them they couldn’t believe it. They found out a lot about each other as they continued to spend time together. Draco found out about Harry’s childhood, which he didn’t feel comfortable discussing with Severus yet, and Harry found out how crushed Draco still was about his parents’ deaths and what it had been like growing up in the Malfoy Manor. It was an eye opening couple of weeks to say the least and they couldn’t be happier with how their relationship was progressing.
The nights they spent with Severus were usually spent talking about their days, doing homework or study, or discussing what the boys wanted to do after they finished at Hogwarts. Severus was all too happy to help them with their homework or assignment work, or even just listen to a problem they had and try to help them solve it. He was never impatient or condescending and answered their questions in a way they understood. He was incredibly nice to them both, and even though the boys knew they cared for Severus in completely different ways, and people would probably find it incredibly difficult to understand when the news did reach outside of their little group, they had never felt more comfortable or at home in their lives.
The change in Severus wasn’t just present when he was alone with the boys. It was apparent to anyone who saw him that over the past couple of months he’d slowly ceased to be as snide and mean as he used to be. He walked through the hall rather than stalking as he used to and didn’t deduct nearly as many house points during classes. He slowly became more patient with the students when they asked questions and had begun to grade papers more fairly. He even managed to be kind to Hermione, both in class and outside of it. The only students he refused to be more civil toward were Ron and his bunch because they flat out refused to be any less rude and condescending in his class and during non-class time.
Harry also noticed that Severus had started to pull his hair back during classes and whenever he was brewing something, and it never appeared greasy anymore. The first time Harry had entered his office and found him perched over a potion with his hair tied back from his face he’d asked Severus for the reason behind the change. The Potions master had simply raised an eyebrow and said, “You like my hair, I figured I’d best take care of it.”
Knowing no one else would be coming to bother them for the next little while, and feeling touched by the other man’s gesture, Harry had moved over to where Severus was sitting and reached out to stroke the silky, ebony strands that were currently pulled back and secured with a ribbon. The gesture felt so intimate to Harry and he knew it had the same effect on the potions master as Severus had closed his eyes and leant slightly into the touch.
“I do like your hair,” Harry had replied softly. “I also like the rest of you, so I hope your hair isn’t the only thing you’re taking care of, especially as I can’t have that job yet.”
Severus hand had the slightest tremble to it as he reached up to take Harry’s. A flick of his wand had extinguished the flame beneath the potion and Severus had stood up, another flick of his wand locking the office door against intrusion. He’d held Harry’s hand as he turned around and taken the other when they were face to face. No words had passed between them as Severus had brought Harry’s hands up to rest on his chest and leant his forehead against Harry’s. Harry had closed his eyes and breathed in the man’s lovely scent, his fingers absently playing with the fabric of Severus’ robes.
It had been the simplest of contact and not a word had passed between them, even as the chime sounded on Harry’s watch to alert him that it was time to head back to class. They’d pulled back from each other, their gazes meeting for several seconds, before Harry had given the potions master an adoring smile and pulled away from the embrace. He’d backed out of the office, careful not to hit or trip on anything, and when he’d reached the door he’d given the man a small, reluctant wave and headed out. The last thing he’d seen was a warm smile on Severus’ lips and an adoring look in his obsidian eyes.
All of their meetings where Draco didn’t accompany them were very much like that, although usually there was more talking, about their days, their history, their likes, whatever they felt like. Harry’s evenings in Severus’ chambers always started with a greeting hug, they’d then share a drink, desert, or on the odd occasion a meal and talk about their days. The evening always ended with the pair snuggled up together on the couch in front of the fire, talking or not depending on what they felt like. Very occasionally Harry drifted off into a light sleep and even more occasionally Severus allowed himself the luxury of joining Harry in a light dose for a few minutes before rousing to wake Harry and send him back to his room. As Severus had stipulated their relationship didn’t progress past light, innocent contact such as hugs or hand holding, but Harry didn’t mind all that much. He felt safe, cared for and loved, and that, more than anything, was what he wanted from his relationship.
Not that he’d object in the slightest when they were allowed to delve deeper into their relationship. One thing about being able to hug Severus was that he knew the other man had a fabulous physique hidden under those robes and he couldn’t wait to kiss and lick every inch of it. The weirdest thing about the time they spent together was that it didn’t heighten the desire Harry had for the potions master, and he certainly did desire Severus, as the spell promised. If anything it quelled that feeling, leading Harry to feel euphoric and blissfully happy when he was in Severus’ arms rather than horny as some might expect him to feel. Not that the Slytherin head of house didn’t turn him on, quite the contrary, he’d barely had a night recently where he hadn’t woken up after an extremely tantalising dream about the other man, hot and hard and wishing he wasn’t a student anymore.
The only thing he could put it down to was the spell. It seemed, in some way, to understand that Severus and Harry couldn’t consummate their love yet and instead made up for that requirement by making it necessary to spend as much time together as humanly possible. That was the case for Harry anyway. The spell didn’t affect Severus in the same way, at least it wasn’t supposed to and if it did Severus hadn’t mentioned it to him. It did, however, do a fabulous job of effecting Harry. If Harry saw Severus daily the desire the spell evoked within him sat at a quiet simmer, the same way Harry had been feeling about the potions master for quite a while now and not all that hard to deal with. When he went more than a day without seeing the other man however, that simmer turned into a boil and those days found Harry spending a little more time in the shower than he did on other days. It was only a little, because by the time he got to the shower he was so damn horny it took barely more than a few quick pumps to have him covering the shower tiles in … stuff he didn’t want to think about.
He hadn’t mentioned this to Severus, not wanting to upset the other man who was already concerned about how Harry was faring with the spells effects. He asked every time they saw each other alone for more than a couple of minutes and Harry wasn’t lying when he said he was fine, because when Severus asked he was, and for now he seemed to be handling it okay. He just hoped it didn’t get worse.
When Harry wasn’t having erotic drams about the potions master he was having nice, sweet dreams about their life together. Sometimes those dreams involved just him and Severus, other times they involved Draco and other times it was Draco, Ginny and Hermione, but regardless of who those dreams contained, they left Harry feeling so happy and at peace, he usually spent the entire day afterward floating on a happy cloud.
At this point in time Harry was settling down to sleep after spending an evening with his friends playing games in the common room, and anticipating a very erotic dream as he hadn’t seen the potions master all day. The following day was a Hogsmead trip and he and the others were planning an early morning breakfast so they could spend as much time as possible out together. Harry knew this would put him in a difficult predicament as he would most likely spend the entire day getting hornier by the minute, so he decided that as soon as he awoke from the dream he’d deal with himself and hopefully that would put the hormones to rest until he could see Severus the following evening.
He gazed up at the bed hangings that he’d decorated in jewel tones of Emerald, Sapphire and ruby and the roof that he and Neville had covered in midnight blue with tiny, sparkling stars. There was also a moon on their ceiling that actually changed with the real moon phases and rose and set when the real moon did -this had been Luna’s addition to his room when she came to visit not long after he arrived. He’d done his sheets in Sapphire and emerald while his comforter was done in black with swirls of ruby and had a silver dragon emblazoned in the centre - which had been Draco’s addition to his decorations -.
Smiling to himself at how well his room turned out, he snuffed out the candle and watched the moon rise on his ceiling until his eyes succumbed to sleep. He’d have to thank Luna again for that particular decoration, it was quite soothing.
XX
Severus lay in his bed, staring up at the black and violet drapes, but not really seeing them. His mind was on other things, namely Harry who he hadn’t seen that day. Truth be told he was quickly falling in love with the young Gryffindor, everything he did and said made Severus indescribably happy. He could make Severus smile at the end of his most awful days, he could relax Severus when he was stressed or on edge about something. The sight of him made Severus’ heart race, the sound of his voice was like a soothing melody and the way he touched Severus and fell into his arms when they were together … words couldn’t describe how wonderful it made Severus feel. He knew he sounded pathetic, but when he didn’t see Harry for a day he felt empty and cold. He hated that feeling and often wondered if Harry felt that way too.
Closing his eyes he tried to ignore the little voice in the back of his head that kept begging him to go to Harry, to send for him, to wrap him up in his arms and never let him go again. He wanted to, Merlin knew how much he wanted to, but he couldn’t. Harry was still his student, how was it that he couldn’t make that annoying little voice understand that. He sighed, trying to ignore how cold his bed felt and how empty his arms felt. He even attempted to cuddle a pillow hoping it would give him some relief from the emptiness. It didn’t.
Growling angrily he lit the candle beside his bed and summoned a book from the book case to pass the time until he fell asleep. Tomorrow was Saturday anyway, it wasn’t like he had any classes to teach and Harry was going to Hogsmead with his friends for the day so he didn’t have any pressing need to be awake until at least the afternoon. It took several chapters of the book to tire him out sufficiently, but eventually he managed to fall asleep.
He immediately wished he hadn’t.
The nightmare he had was awful in ways he couldn’t describe. When he finally jolted awake all he could remember of it was Harry, lifeless and unmoving, with the dark lord standing over him laughing, his robes, hands and face bathed in the young man’s blood. Harry’s dull, lifeless green eyes had stared at Severus as he fought to get to the deceased boy and as Severus sat on his bed trembling, with tears sliding down his face and sweat covering his body, those eyes were all he could see.
That was his worst nightmare, had always been his worst nightmare after he’d found Lilly dead that night. Seeing it, even in his nightmares, made him want to curl into a ball and sob. He knew it was very much against the school rules and if he was caught he’d be in a world of trouble, but Severus had to see Harry, he had to know he was all right. Taking a few deep, calming breaths Severus got shakily to his feet and threw on a robe and slippers before heading out of his room. He passed silently through the corridors despite his trembling legs and reached Harry’s room in record time. He opened the door as quietly as possible and slipped into the room, closing it behind him just as quietly.
He moved swiftly to the younger man’s bedside and cast a sleeping spell on his love and Neville, not wanting either to wake up while he was there. He perched himself on the bed beside the Gryffindor and carefully looked him over. He placed a hand gently on Harry’s back above the covers and took a moment to feel the young man breathe before finally allowing himself a sigh of relief. Harry was fine, as of course he should be. The nightmare was just a stupid nightmare and Severus felt stupid for allowing himself to be so shaken up by it. Taking a few more deep breaths to calm his still racing heart Severus looked over the young man once more, only this time, without the veil of fear obscuring his vision, he noticed just how adorable Harry looked while he slept. His normally crazy hair looked even more insane, sticking out at all angles, his arms were tucked in close to him, one of them resting under the pillow while the other was curled into a loose fist and held close to his chest. Most adorable of all however was the small, content smile on his lips and the peaceful expression on his face. Severus smiled; at least one of them was having a nice dream.
Knowing Harry was under a sleep spell Severus reached out and gently stroked his hair away from his face, smiling once more when the young brunette leant into the touch. Harry’s content smile widened slightly and Severus was enjoying the view presented before him when Harry suddenly whispered his name, the Gryffindor’s own hand reaching out toward Severus in his sleep. Surprised, but not unpleasantly so, Severus reached out to take the young man’s hand in his free one and Harry’s smile widened some more.
“I love you,” Harry whispered, bringing Severus’ hand down to rest in front of his chest where Harry’s own hand had previously resided alone.
Severus felt tears sting his eyes for the second time that evening, only these weren’t born out of fear or pain. Until Draco no one had ever said that to him and until now no one had said it to him in a romantic sense. This was it, Severus knew now that he was unquestionably in love with the young Gryffindor and even though he knew Harry wouldn’t hear him he leant down and whispered, “I love you too, Harry,” into the sleeping man’s ear before pressing a gentle kiss to Harry’s forehead. Harry responded with a pleased hum and brought Severus’ hand he was holding to his lips.
For the longest time Severus sat there watching the young man sleep and when at last he gently extricated himself from Harry’s grasp, he returned to his room with a light heart and fell swiftly back into a restful sleep.
XX
Harry awoke the following morning bright and early, feeling exceptionally rested and indescribably happy. He’d had such a lovely dream about Severus during the night and he knew, without any doubt, that it would have him smiling for the entire day. The dream hadn’t been too involved; he and Severus had been cuddled up together in a lovely meadow, on a soft blanket, both clad in black slacks and nothing else as if they’d finished a day of work early and headed out for the afternoon to enjoy the sunshine. Severus had been stroking Harry’s hair gently and Harry had told the potions master that he loved him, as he often did in his dreams. This time, however, Severus had told him that he loved him back. It was the first time the Slytherin head of house had spoken in one of his dreams and he couldn’t imagine hearing anything more wonderful coming from the man’s lips.
Smiling he moved to get up only to stop when a soft scent touched his nose, Severus’ scent. It was only faint, but it was definitely there, Harry would recognise it any day. Had Severus been in his room during the night? Had he actually been there touching his hair like he had been in the dream? Had he actually said those wonderful words? Harry knew he shouldn’t get his hopes up, but the scent, combined with Severus talking for the first time in a dream and the fact that Harry hadn’t had an erotic dream and woken up feeling like he could explode as soon as a decent spray of water from the shower hit him, were pretty good indicators that his theory was correct.
Harry’s smile grew wider. If he was right then it meant Severus loved him, if he wasn’t it was nice to dream, even if only for a little while. Harry all but skipped to the bathroom for his morning shower, thinking about his upcoming trip to Hogsmead and what he should buy for Severus this time.
XX
The morning at Hogsmead was quite a bit busier than Harry had expected. Draco, Pansy, Hermione, Ginny and Harry were accompanied into town by Astoria and Daphne Greengrass. The rest of the big group Harry had come to call friends over the last couple of weeks were either doing their own thing this morning or heading into town a little later and they were all to meet up at the three Broomsticks for lunch. The first thing Draco did when they arrived was drag Harry to an expensive clothing store and convince him to buy a couple of new outfits - (something the rest of the group agreed wholeheartedly with - that actually fit him properly as most of the clothes he had were either hand me downs from the Dursleys or the Weasleys and none of them fit him particularly well. Harry had to admit the experience wasn’t actually as bad as he expected, he’d never had so many people fussing over him in any situation that wasn’t about his safety. He actually found it quite pleasant surprisingly enough.
At one point Pansy and Daphne disappeared, but Harry was too busy having clothes thrown at him to wonder where they got to. By the time they returned Harry had more clothes than he’d ever owned in his life, including a set of new dress robes, a warm winter cloak, several sets of going out attire and casual outfits, new underwear -Something Ginny and Hermione had insisted on- a couple of new scarves, a pair of gloves -Draco’s insistence-, and even a couple of new pairs of pyjamas and a warm dressing gown and slippers. The cost was substantial, but the Potter vaults could certainly handle the loss without making a dent. Not that he’d had to pay for it all himself, but Draco wouldn’t tell him that for quite a few months yet.
When Pansy and Daphne approached him to get a look at all the new selections, including the new outfit Draco had insisted he wear for the rest of the day, they had a look in their eyes that was downright scary.
“Is everything set?” Draco asked them.
“All ready,” Pansy replied with a frightening smile.
“Um, what’s going on?” Harry asked nervously.
His answer was Pansy grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the shop and across the street to the local barber. She sat him in a chair while Daphne took his glasses and the man wrapped a cape around his shoulders.
“We need a makeover here Mr Barber.” Harry heard Daphne say in a gleeful tone and knowing there was no way he was going to get out of it Harry sat back and let the man do his job. He heard the others arrive about 10 minutes later and they stopped just inside the door, a silence overtaking the room.
“What? What’s wrong?” Harry asked nervously.
“See for yourself,” Pansy said, slipping his glasses back on his face.
Harry stared at his reflection in shock for several seconds, completely lost for words. He looked different, very different and if he were being honest he looked pretty damn hot. His hair was short and spiky at the top rather than falling like a mop over his head and was short at the sides. It made his face look leaner and slightly longer, but that definitely wasn’t a bad thing. He turned to either side to get a proper look at it and gave the barber a smile. “Thanks, it looks great,” he said.
“Any time Mr Potter,” the barber replied, pulling the cape from his shoulders. The others headed out of the barber shop to wait and Harry went to the counter to pay the man, only to find Pansy already had.
“I could have paid for that myself,” he told the girl, surprised by her actions.
“Yeah I know, but it was my idea not yours,” Pansy replied with a grin. “Besides, Christmas isn’t all that far away, consider it a Christmas gift.” She leant closer and whispered into his ear, “Or if you’d rather, consider it a thank you for the much more relaxed atmosphere we’re all finding in our DADA classes and the Slytherin dorm.” She pulled back and Harry looked at her in shock.
“Um … I don’t-” he started to stutter, wondering how the hell she’d figured it out.
“It’s okay, I won’t tell anyone,” Pansy whispered. “We’re all just happy he’s happy for once.”
“Does anyone else know?” Harry asked nervously.
“No, just me,” Pansy reassured. “Everyone’s noticed the change but none of the others know why, they think it’s because of the potions accident.”
Harry nodded and Pansy gave him a smile. “Come on, I still have to get Ginny into some new clothes,” she said, dragging him out of the shop. “And Daphne’s dying to find something to do with Hermione’s hair.”
By lunch time Ginny had about as many new outfits as Harry had accumulated that morning, several that Harry had paid for, several that had been paid for by Astoria and Pansy, although neither of them had told the girl that any more than Draco had told Harry earlier. Hermione’s hair was styled into smooth curls rather than being bushy like it had been most of her life, much to Daphne’s joy, and the whole group of them were utterly exhausted. They dragged themselves to the three broomsticks for lunch and all but fell into chairs just before the rest of the group arrived.
“Busy morning?” Neville asked cheerfully.
Harry just groaned in response.
“All right, let’s order then,” Parvarti suggested and went to grab some menus.
XX
After lunch the group split off to do a bit of personal shopping, which in Harry’s case meant shopping with Draco for something to get Severus. During the previous Hogsmead trip Harry had asked Honeydukes if they could order in a couple of boxes of the chocolates Severus said he liked and Harry was pleased to see that they had arrived. He paid for them and he and Draco bought a few more bags of sweets they liked before heading out to look for something else to get Severus.
“What do you think I should get him for Christmas?” Harry asked.
“There’s a few things you could get him,” Draco replied. “Potions ingredients, books, he’s not all that partial to jewellery but he does occasionally wear small pieces, oh … do you know what, he used to have a really lovely pocket watch, but it was destroyed in the final battle. I’m pretty sure my parents gave it to him a few years ago. We should get him a new one, from both of us, I’m sure he’d like that,” Draco suggested. “And we’ll get him some little things from us individually. He needs to replace all the books he destroyed in his office and I know he’s been too busy to get far with it.”
“I like it,” Harry replied. “Why don’t we look in that antique jewellery store down the way. If we don’t find something we like we’ll take a trip in to Diagon Alley in a couple of weekends and look there,” Harry suggested.
“Or, if we can’t find anything we could design something for him ourselves,” Draco suggested. “That would make it a lot more personal and I know a great jeweller.”
“I like that idea,” Harry replied, thinking about how lovely it would be to give Severus something he and Draco had designed specifically for the man. He was sure Severus would appreciate it. “Maybe we should just do that instead and use the rest of today to look for other gifts,” Harry suggested in return.
“Okay, agreed. So who else do we need to find gifts for?” Draco asked.
XX
End of chapter
So a bit of a sweet one today and a look at how things are going with everyone. For those who asked about the boys not being able to go into the girls dorm the boys weren’t involved in what happened to Hermione’s stuff it was all girls, the guys weren’t in the dorm at the time. Ron’s being a complete ass, but we will find out why eventually. I hoped you liked the little Harry/Severus bits in the chapter, I wanted to add a bit of fluff. The next one will get on a bit with the story line I promise. As always please let me know what you think, I love reviews.
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