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Thicker Than Water	By : harriet Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9575 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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CHAPTER 9
It was mid-morning by the time Harry awoke the next day, his emotional rollercoaster the night before exhausting on his body. He’d lay awake for a considerable time after he’d woken up replaying the meeting in the headmaster’s office, and of the strange conversation that had passed between himself and Snape in the bathroom. While the meeting with the headmaster needed very little analysing the conversation with Snape required a little more scrutinizing. It hadn’t been obvious at the time but after a good half an hour of lying in bed thinking about it, Harry was now sure that Snape’s shocking revelation had been done with a purpose. It was certainly out of character for the austere professor to confess such secrets and expose himself to potential ridicule. Harry knew that Snape would never have spoken such secrets without a purpose and while Harry had assumed that purpose was to take his own mind off what had happened in the office before hand, it was becoming increasingly difficult to say that it wasn’t something else as well.
“Harry Potter is very late, he is. Very late. The professor of snakes is very irritated.” Harry was pulled from his silent musings when a crackle of magic signaled the entrance of his very own house elf, Dobby. Dobby was standing on Harry’s trunk hopping from one foot to the other and pulling at his big floppy ears in obvious distress.
“I know I’m late, I just needed some sleep Dobby. Why is Professor Snape angry?” Harry slid from the bed and was rewarded as Dobby scuttled around to help him on with his house slippers. Harry hadn’t ever worn slippers but in the cold damp dungeons he’d found he needed something to keep his feet warm.
“He is getting list of jobs for Master Potter sir, he is saying you ask to do work.” Harry rolled his eyes and nodded as Dobby pushed him forcefully into the bathroom, urging him to get showered and dressed while the house elf made the bed and collected the dirty laundry. “Master Potter is guest here at Hogwarts he should not be working with the tiny wizards.” Dutifully Harry did as Dobby bid, and quickly washed himself in the shower, brushed his teeth and attempted to tame his wayward hair before wandering back out to his bedroom the towel slung low around his waist.
“They’re called students Dobby, not tiny wizards. And yes I did ask for jobs so that I don’t feel at a loss for things to do. I have no idea how long I’m going to be here and I get bored really easily.” Harry glanced at the selection of clothes Dobby had laid out on his bed for him, somewhat dubious of the selection. The house elf had chosen a plain pair of grey dress pants, his one and only collared shirt – mauve with a white stripe, and the soft grey waistcoat he’d picked up from the second hand store when he’d been looking for a costume for the Moulin Rouge night at the club. “I’m not wearing the waistcoat Dobby.” Harry called over his shoulder as he pulled on some clean cotton boxers before sliding into the grey dress pants.
“Master Potter will be wearing waistcoat sir, he be Professor now. Professor Evans would be wearing a waistcoat.” Dobby’s floppy ears were just visible bouncing back and forth past the entrance into the living room, obviously bustling around in a fluster. “I’m not a professor Dobby; it’s just a cover so no one knows I’m here.” Harry scoffed at the house elf but knowing it was useless arguing with the elf, dutifully pulled on the waist coat. Sparing himself a sideways glance in the full length mirror of his wardrobe Harry sighed at the image staring back at him. Harry had to admit that for a creature who didn’t wear clothes other than an oversized pair of socks Dobby had managed to make him look quite presentable. Despite the slippers on his feet Harry had to admit he looked almost like a Professor Evans, if Professor Evans was ever actually a real teacher.
“Come along Harry Potter, Professor Evans is late for Herbology.” Harry allowed Dobby to put his socks and boots on as he helped himself to a biscuit and a cup of tea from the tray, delicately balancing the cup and saucer as Dobby fussed. “sweater.” Dobby held up a familiar weasley jumper he’d obviously found in Harry’s trunk. Harry shook his head determinedly at Dobby as he shoved the rest of his biscuit in his mouth after drowning the tea in two bit gulps.
“My coat will be fine.” Harry mumbled a few biscuit crumbs blowing out from between his lips as he spoke. Dobby shrugged and discarded the jumper on the sideboard before turning to push Harry towards the door to his rooms, determined to see the young man leave in haste. It would have taken very little effort to stop the house elf from pushing him but now that he was up and dressed Harry thought he may as well see what things Snape had lined up for him.
“Professor Evans schedule from The Professor of Snakes.” Dobby shoved the length of parchment into Harry’s hand.
“Professor Snape, Dobby his title is Professor Snape not The Professor of Snakes.” Having heard Dobby twice refer to Snape as the Professor of Snakes he felt the need to correct the house elf, less the man himself hear of the new title and take it out on the house elf who didn’t know any better. Dobby shook his head, his big floppy ears flapping about like fuzzy wings.
“No sir, he is The Professor of Snakes. The nasty tiny wizards and witches hissing and grumping about dark magic and stuffs all the time. Voldemort this, Tom Riddle that….” Dobby trailed off as he countered Harry’s argument, causing Harry to stare at the little elf in concern. Before he could comment further however Dobby disappeared with a pop before reappearing with a crackle a second later.
“Professor Evans be needing his wand Mister Potter.” Harry was shocked as Dobby tried to push the familiar willow wand into the sleeve of Harry’s shirt. Resisting Dobby’s push Harry stepped back away from the elf and consequently the wand which he’d hoped he wouldn’t see again.
“No Dobby, no wand. I don’t have magic anymore.” Dobby looked from Harry to the wand in his hand and back again in confusion before shrugging his shoulders and throwing the wand over his shoulder back into the living room.
“As Mister Potter say sir, no need for wand to still make magic.” Dobby bobbed his head up and down in enthusiasm his eyes alight with admiration for the young man standing before him.
“No Dobby you don’t understand, I don’t have magic anymore even without the wand.” Harry whispered as he tried to impart this new knowledge on the small creature before him, conscious of the fact he was standing out in the corridor of the Slytherin Dungeons where anyone might be listening.
“No Mister Potter is wrong, once a wizard always a wizard. Magic still there, wand or not, just hidden. Elves know this. Now bye bye Professor Evans, you is very late.” Despite listening to Harry, the house elf was having none of the conversation and with a sharply pointed finger, disappeared with a pop, the door to Harry’s rooms slamming closed in front of him.
Confused by Dobby’s comments Harry lingered in the corridor for a moment before he shook his head and unrolled the parchment in his hands. Snape’s dramatic swirling handwriting precisely outlined where he should be on what days of the weeks. Along with Herbology, Harry could see he had been scheduled for time in the potions classrooms with Snape, a day a week with Hagrid’s Care of Magical Creatures classes, a few hours in the library with Madam Prince, two Quidditch training mornings with Madam Hooch, and most disturbingly two evenings a week with the Dueling Club and Professor Hartford. Harry sighed heavily, there was no way he was going to Dueling Club but until he saw Snape later in the day he couldn’t inform the elder wizard of his refusal. With a glance at his watch Harry realized just how late he was to Herbology just as Dobby had said. Stowing his new schedule in the pocket of his leather jacket, Harry took off at a jog towards the greenhouses.
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“So you’ve been living in London all this time?” Harry nodded at Neville as he began to put away the gardening tools left on the potting tables from Professor Sprout’s second year Herbology class that had just finished. He and Neville had been assisting Professor Sprout all day with her classes. Harry had stayed mainly silent carefully assisting both Neville and Sprout where he could without having to produce magic to do so. The students were cheerful and bright and while all of them tried to draw him into conversation Harry simply gave polite warm replies that left no room for further comment. Finally though classes for the day had ended and Harry found himself alone in the greenhouses with Neville, while Sprout went to perform her head of house duties for Hufflepuff.
“I’d like to have a place of my own, but I can’t afford it until I’ve finished my apprenticeship.” Neville helped Harry put away the remaining items and tidy the potting table. When they’d finished, Harry took off the brown smock he’d used to keep his clothes clean all day and went over to the sinks to wash his hands. Neville joined him and the pair washed their hands in companionable silence.
“Have you got a girlfriend Ha….Professor Evan’s?” Neville smiled at Harry warmly as the pair exited the greenhouses to head for the main hall and dinner. Harry blushed and shook his head, his thoughts drifting briefly to the elder wizard whom he hadn’t seen all day but quickly being squashed.
“No girlfriend and….. no boyfriend either.” Harry spoke carefully his voice lowering as they passed a few Gryfindor students in the hall. Harry’s tastes in partners had changed significantly since he was at school, partially because of his guilt over Ginny’s death and partially because of his occupation. Despite that however Harry was cautious to see what Neville’s reaction to this news would be. Neville paused his eyes widening a little as he glanced at his friend beside him. After the knowledge had sunk in Neville simply nodded and smirked cheekily.
“That’d explain the get up then, talk about sex on legs.” Harry’s cheeks lit up pink at Neville’s appraisal of his appearance. “It’s like you just stepped out of the pages of Wizard Quarterly.” Harry laughed awkwardly as he glanced over at his friend. Neville despite having grown up had lost very little of his puppy fat and was still rather round. “Those third year Gryffindor witches couldn’t keep their eyes off you; they’ve never been so interested in my assistance in Sprouts Classes.” Neville laughed warmly patting Harry on the back good naturedly on the back as they entered the great hall, students and professors alike moving to their seats.
“What about you?” Harry wondered as they approached the professors head table pausing in front of it, as they would have to separate to find their seats at opposite ends of the table. Neville shrugged his shoulders casually as he glanced up at where Professor Snape had taken his seat above them at the table.
“Dalliances here and there but I’m strictly a tits and bum man myself.” Neville leaned conspiratorially close to Harry to avoid their conversation being overhead by the students milling around. Harry laughed and nodded in understanding before thanking Neville for putting up with him all day and turning to head to his seat beside Snape’s. Harry was very aware of Snape’s gaze on his person as he hung his leather coat over the back of his chair and took his seat.
“Did you have a good day Professor?” When it was clear Snape was going to say nothing Harry spoke up to break the silence, unsure of their conversation in the bathroom the night before had made things awkward between them.
“Indeed, I made three students cry and graded all of my first year’s pathetic attempts at potions essays, and avoided any students blowing up my lab. A good day by any standards.” Snape leaned forward and picked up his wine glass of pumpkin juice pointedly avoiding looking at Harry beside him.
“Wow a good day then.” Harry spoke sarcastically watching as the elder wizard glanced across at him an eyebrow raised in mild irritation.
“I hope you’re satisfied with the arrangements I made for you while you are with us?” Harry nodded as he sipped from his own pumpkin juice, before remembering about the Dueling Club.
“Actually, I’m not happy about going to the Dueling Club. I think perhaps it’s asking for trouble don’t you think?” Snape nodded to himself as Harry addressed him.
“Yes, unfortunately Professor Hartford overhead my inquiries in the staffroom regarding your classroom observations, and he was quite insistent upon you gracing the students with your knowledge at Dueling Club. I am quite ashamed that I was not able to come up with a suitable excuse and the headmaster offered little help.” Snape lowered his voice as the headmaster stood up, the hall falling quiet as he began the evening notices. “He instead suggested that I attend the classes with you, in order to offer some protection.” Harry rolled his eyes as Snape muttered quietly beneath his breath. For all appearances the professor appeared to be listening intently to the headmaster’s notices but Harry knew better, he could see the distant gaze of onyx clearly contemplating his own private thoughts.
At last the headmaster finished his notices and with a clap of his hands dinner appeared on the tables, and the student populace broke out in quiet conversations.
“Tonight’s lessons are scheduled for 7.30 in the Defense Classroom, I will meet you at the bottom of the Gryfindor stairs.” Harry sighed and nodded in resignation, clearly he wasn’t getting out of this class.
“Should I change?” Harry commented carefully, unsure of what he should wear to the dueling club considering that Snape would undoubtedly be wearing his black teaching robes.
“No, definitely not. I may require the distraction you currently provide, dressed as you are.” Having helped himself to the plate of roast vegetables Snape turned to hand Harry the place, the young wizard staring at him a pink stain rising in his cheeks.
“Professor Snape, are you suggesting something?” Harry whispered as he accepted the offered plate. Snape rolled his eyes and turned back to his own meal, gesturing with his fork out towards the student populace.
“I suggest nothing Professor Evans, you only need to follow the gazes of your adoring students to realize the effect your current state of dress has on Hogwarts hormonal teenagers.” Just as Snape suggested Harry became aware of the shy gazes looking in his direction and he sighed inwardly. Ok, so he’d made an impression with his attire just as Dobby had suggested, but perhaps a different kind of attention than the one he’d hoped for. With a nod, Harry turned back to begin his meal silently contemplating the evening ahead. Harry hoped more than anything that tonight was uneventful but considering last night it was a faint hope indeed.
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A/N Okay just one chapter tonight, So nice of you guys to review, I'm surprise to see some familiar pen names still here but humbled that you guys have missed my stories. Enjoy and good night
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