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Christmas under Duress
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
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8,732
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12
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Christmas under Duress
"Professor Snape, can we talk to you?" Ron Weasley asked coming up
to Snape's desk with Hermione Granger in tow.
Snape sighed inwardly. "Where's the third person?"
Ron exchanged a glance with Hermione.
"Actually, he's the reason we wanted to talk to you," Hermione said softly.
With a raised eyebrow, Snape said, "Do continue."
"As you well know, since the war ended, Harry hasn't been himself.
He's lost now that Voldie's gone and has no idea what to do with
himself now," Ron began.
"Everyone has noticed it," Hermione put in.
"And everyone has been stumped on how to help him," commented Ron.
"He doesn't eat."
"He doesn't sleep!" exclaimed Ron.
"He spends his nights wandering the school in his invisibility
cloak!" Hermione stated.
"On more than one occasion, I found him in the Astrology Tower
staring out the window in a daze. I can't help but think that he has been
wanting to jump!"
"He has a strange desire with sharp objects! Sir, when he thinks no one is watching, he
holds the blade against his cheek, closes his eyes, and moves the blade in a caressing
manner down his skin. It looks sexual!" proclaimed Hermione exasperatedly.
Ron gasped, "He does?"
She nodded in return. "I think he gets off hurting himself."
"Please do something Sir?" whined Ron to Snape.
"What is it that you two want me to do?" Snape asked, intrigued, despite himself.
"Help him Sir!" they both cried out.
Snape was startled to say the least. "Why me?" he questioned narrowing his eyes.
They both blushed.
"Um...remember what I said about his fascination with sharp objects?" 'Mione asked.
"..."
"It's as bs his his fascination with you Sir," Ron finished.
"He is captivated by you Sir," 'Mione said simply.
"I think that it's this fascination that is keeping him alive.
Please help him Sir!" the red head cried.
"We don't want to lose him," she finished, softly with tean hen her eyes.
Snape sat back. He was astounded by their confession.
"Please Sir!" they whispered. A tear rolled down 'Mione's cheek.
Ron grabbed her hand.
"Damn Gryffindors!" Snape hissed. "Alright, alright! Quit the
dramatics! I'll try my best!"
Both their s lis lit up like a Christmas Tree.
"Thank you Sir!" they cried and launched themselves at their
unsuspecting teacher. They tackled him down onto the floor and
smothered him with happy kisses all over his face.
"Stop it! Get off me you insufferable brats!" shouted the outraged Potions
Master.
They paid him no heed. They were ecstatic and wish to express their joyous emotions to him.
"For the last time, get off!"
"Thank You, Thank You, Thank You! You won't regret it Sir. We
promise."
"Ahem."
Snape let his head hit the floor with a groan. "I think I'm
beginning to regret it already," he mumbled looking up into the
twinkling eyes of the Headmaster Albus Dumbledore.
Both Gryffindors snuggled up to Snape and sighed happily.
to Snape's desk with Hermione Granger in tow.
Snape sighed inwardly. "Where's the third person?"
Ron exchanged a glance with Hermione.
"Actually, he's the reason we wanted to talk to you," Hermione said softly.
With a raised eyebrow, Snape said, "Do continue."
"As you well know, since the war ended, Harry hasn't been himself.
He's lost now that Voldie's gone and has no idea what to do with
himself now," Ron began.
"Everyone has noticed it," Hermione put in.
"And everyone has been stumped on how to help him," commented Ron.
"He doesn't eat."
"He doesn't sleep!" exclaimed Ron.
"He spends his nights wandering the school in his invisibility
cloak!" Hermione stated.
"On more than one occasion, I found him in the Astrology Tower
staring out the window in a daze. I can't help but think that he has been
wanting to jump!"
"He has a strange desire with sharp objects! Sir, when he thinks no one is watching, he
holds the blade against his cheek, closes his eyes, and moves the blade in a caressing
manner down his skin. It looks sexual!" proclaimed Hermione exasperatedly.
Ron gasped, "He does?"
She nodded in return. "I think he gets off hurting himself."
"Please do something Sir?" whined Ron to Snape.
"What is it that you two want me to do?" Snape asked, intrigued, despite himself.
"Help him Sir!" they both cried out.
Snape was startled to say the least. "Why me?" he questioned narrowing his eyes.
They both blushed.
"Um...remember what I said about his fascination with sharp objects?" 'Mione asked.
"..."
"It's as bs his his fascination with you Sir," Ron finished.
"He is captivated by you Sir," 'Mione said simply.
"I think that it's this fascination that is keeping him alive.
Please help him Sir!" the red head cried.
"We don't want to lose him," she finished, softly with tean hen her eyes.
Snape sat back. He was astounded by their confession.
"Please Sir!" they whispered. A tear rolled down 'Mione's cheek.
Ron grabbed her hand.
"Damn Gryffindors!" Snape hissed. "Alright, alright! Quit the
dramatics! I'll try my best!"
Both their s lis lit up like a Christmas Tree.
"Thank you Sir!" they cried and launched themselves at their
unsuspecting teacher. They tackled him down onto the floor and
smothered him with happy kisses all over his face.
"Stop it! Get off me you insufferable brats!" shouted the outraged Potions
Master.
They paid him no heed. They were ecstatic and wish to express their joyous emotions to him.
"For the last time, get off!"
"Thank You, Thank You, Thank You! You won't regret it Sir. We
promise."
"Ahem."
Snape let his head hit the floor with a groan. "I think I'm
beginning to regret it already," he mumbled looking up into the
twinkling eyes of the Headmaster Albus Dumbledore.
Both Gryffindors snuggled up to Snape and sighed happily.