Holiday With You

Title: HoliWithWith You (part 1)
Author: Anais
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Snape
Warning: Slash
Year: 6
Disclaimer: I wish I owned the men, but Ms. Rowling has that honor.

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Dumbledore wanted to cover his ears. Harry had managed to hit a high note when he started shouting this time. He was so loud in fact that he shattered one of the many silver whirligigs in Dumbledore\'s office. \"THIS IS MENTAL! WHAT ARE YOU SENDING ME OFF TO DO AND WHY WITH HIM?\"

The old wizard put his hand up, sighing heavily. That boy would be the death of him. \"It\'s just a short trip. I needed two representatives; a professor and a student,\" he said calmly.

Harry needed something to sit on. He summoned a chintz red armchair out of the air and flopped down upon it. Wandless magic was becoming his specialty in his seventh year. \"I have to go to a wizard conference with Snape. Why me? Why not Hermione? Malfoy? Macmillan? Why me?\" Harry shook his head still not believing any of it.

Dumbledore glared at him. \"I feel that you represent Hogwarts very well. Neither Mr. Malfoy or Mr. Macmillan want to attend and Miss Granger informed me that as much as she would like to she will be going to France over the Christmas holiday with Viktor Krum.\"

Just then the door to the headmaster\'s office opened. Professor Snape, a sneer playing on his full lips, waltzed in with his black robes billowing around him. \"Sorry it took me so longer, headmaster. I had to....\" He spotted Harry and sneered even harder. \"Oh....\"

Harry gave him a flithy look before turning back to Dumbledore. \"See, we don\'t get along,\"Harry stated dryly.

Dumbledore shook his head. The Fates must\'ve hated him today. \"Silence,\" he said in a firm tone. \"I *am* tired of this childish behavior. Severus, Harry is not his father. Harryape ape is a professor; treat hi suc such. Now, seeing that I have maintained some sort of calm in my office...I want you two to get along. You *will* get along and you will go to the conference gather the information I asked for.\" He let a deep sigh out and rubbed his temples.

Both Snape and Harry were taken aback by this, but nodded dumbly.

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The two gentlemen were to leave the day before everyone else did for the holidays. Harry stood in the entrance hall, surrounded by well-wishers. Hermione and Ron were amongst them.

\"At least you get to meet other wizards,\" said Ron, sounding more apprehensive than anything. \"Maybe even some witches.\" He nudged Harry and winked.

Hermione rolled her eyes. She patted Harry\'s arm. \"I would have went, but I\'m going to France,\" she smiled dreamily. The mention of France made Ron scowl and roll his eyes in disgust.

Harry gave them a weak smile. He wanted to tell Hermione she could go, he\'d hook up with Krum in France. Before he could Snape appeared.

They were told by Dumbledore that they\'d have to go dressed as Muggles, but once they got to the conference they could wear their robes. Snape looked a bit uncomfortable in his snug black sweater and khakis. His black eyes stopped on Harry and he instantly envied him. The boy looked comfortable in his blue track jacket, green t-shirt, and low-rise jeans. If only he had that type of confidence in Muggle clothing.

\"Well, Potter, are you ready?\" His eyes swept over the faces of Harry\'s friends and then met those emerald eyes.

Harry nodded. \"Sure. Let\'s go.\" He picked up his trunk and gave one armed hugs to everyone. \"Ron, make sure Hedwig gets those owl treats I brought her.\"

\"Will do, mate!\" He shouted from the doorway, where he watched Harry and Snape get into one of the threstral pulled carriages.

The Hogsmeade Express took them to King\'s Cross where they would have to take a taxi to catch the train from Victoria\'s Station to Gatwick Airport, seeing that it was less busy than Heathrow. As they waited for the train, Snape people watched. Muggles weren\'t really interesting. They just bumbled about, trussing each other up, and acting like cattle. The American tourists were a little funny. Snape had never heard so many people belt out \"fanny pack\" without knowing what it really meant in England. He snickered as one balding middle aged man said to his wide set wife,\" I\'ll just put my camera in your fanny pack, alright?\"

Harry heard Snape snickering at the couple. He couldn\'t help it either. The tourists were rather amusing. \"So, just where are we going?\" He turned to Snape, trying not to seem too unfami wit with the man.

Snape stared at him as if he had never seen a Harry Potter before. As if sixteen year old boys with untidy black hair and almond shaped green eyes didn\'t really exist. \"Hmm?\"

Harry rolled his eyes, but bit back any snide remarks he was thinking of. \"I asked where are we going?\"

\"Oh, yes. We\'re going to,\" he consulted his plane ticket, \"Wickerton, New York. What the hell is there?\"

Harry had heard of it vaguely. Hermione had mentioned it over dinner the night before. \"It\'s a small town in upstate New York. The population is like a six-thousand. It\'s home to the only wizarding school in the States,\" he said glancing over Snape\'s shoulder. \"Sounds nice.\"

Snape made a small noise that could have been intrepreted as \"sure\" or \"I don\'t think so\". The train finally came.

Harry found an empty compartment and pushed his trunk into the luggage rack. With a sigh he sat down and stared out the window. Snape sat across from him reading a book titled \"New Potion Finds\". Harry stared at him out of the corner of his eye. He knew his fit back in Dumbledore\'s office was stupid. It wasn\'t like he really could tell Dumbledore \"Oh, thank you for presenting me with the opportunity to be with the man I\'ve been lusting over for months!\"

Harry had been quite taken by Snape since last summer, when the professor would make visits to Harry\'s late godfather\'s house. It was still the headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix and Harry saw him quite often. They had actually began talking civilly whenever in the same room, but then Ron reminded Harry that he hated the man. So Harry went back to hating Snape, even though he really couldn\'t shake the weird feelings he got in his stomach around him.

When term had startedl, Harry didn\'t know how to act, so he resorted to getting more detentions just so he could be with Snape without being obvious. Ron and Hermione worried though. They wondered if he had a death wish. If he wasn\'t in ntiontion or N.E.W.T Potions with Snape, he had his fantasies. So in the showers late at night he would masturbate to thoughts of Snape taking him in every position imaginable. As a matter of fact that\'s what he was thinking of as he looked at the man now.

Severus Snape wasn\'t a bad looking man. He had the demeanor of an aristocrat, the long nose solidfying that statement. Harry found himself imagining what it would be like to run his fingers through that shoulder length black hair or have those firm hands run over his skin. It would probably be heaven to feel those supple full lips upon his. Harry knew he had a dazed look on his face. He didn\'t care at all.

\"Potter, is something wrong with my face?\" Snape broke his reverie.

Harry shook his head. \"No. Just thinking. Sorry.\" He turned his attention to the outside world. This was going to be a long trip.