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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
Chapters:
27
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21,361
Reviews:
113
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To Watch the Sun Rise
Disclaimer:The characters in this story are all JK Rowling\'s. I don\'t own a single one. I\'m borrowing them for a little debauchery, then, I\'ll give them back.
A/N: As always, for my reviewers:
Relicwitch- I\'m not telling if he makes it all summer or not! :p You\'ll just have to keep reading! *giggles* And, yes, I do love reviews. They fill me with warm fuzzy feelings. LOL!
Papaya: Here you go dear, more for your reading pleasure!! =D Sometimes, when I read, I just can\'t imagine two people kissing and then by the end of it they are shagging. It\'s not quite real to me. Besides that, easing them into the relationship makes for some wonderful angsty moments! hee hee hee...
Anon: I\'m glad you liked it! I was really hoping my readers would have your exact reaction!
More big hugs to you guys! Thanks for the reviews...from me and my muse!
Snape made a grand exit from the room with his trademark billowing robes. Harry lay there for some time with his hands under his head just staring at the ceiling. I spooked him today. He’s freaked out. Oh, God, that can only mean one thing! Damn you Dumbledore and damn your meddling ways! I probably didn’t even have to do anything but write a parchment on my experience with Voldemort to get my certificates.
Harry thought about the kiss he shared with Snape earlier in the day. Snape told him he was a temptation. Harry drifted into a dreamless sleep before he had time to contemplate what that meant. Before daybreak, Severus was in Harry’s room checking on him. His ankle healed quite well throughout the night, and he removed the immobility spell.
He looks so peaceful there sleeping. Who would guess that this young man saved the whole of the wizarding world from an atrocity like Voldemort. Harry’s eyes fluttered open and he looked at the older man gazing down at him. Snape smiled and sat on the bed. “Good morning. I just came to remove the immobility spell. Your ankle will probably be rather sore for the next day or so, but you should live.”
He brushed a strand of hair from Harry’s face. “Harry, would you like to meet me on the east balcony for tea?”
The young man sat up and smiled at Snape. He wiggled his toes and moved his ankle, which popped very loudly, and he sighed with pleasure. “Ah…I’ve needed to do that for hours.” Smiling broader he added, “Tea would be lovely on the east balcony. How long until sunrise?”
“You have about 30 minutes or so, I believe.”
“Great,” Harry answered, “That will give me plenty of time to shower and get yesterday’s grime off of me. I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes.”
Snape left Harry to shower and change and he arrived almost 20 minutes later, clad in a pair of emerald green sleep pants and bare footed. He limped just a bit from his accident the day before, and his hair was still wet from his shower. He had it pulled into a low ponytail.
Snape surveyed the young man when he arrived. “Any more nightmares?”
Harry blushed, “No, no nightmares after you left.”
He noticed the man was wearing the same silk pants he wore the morning before, but he wore a robe over his shirtless chest. Harry observed that his hair was loose, as always. As the sun rose, the men took their tea and there was an uncomfortable silence in the air. “Severus I…”
Snape held up his hand to silence Harry. “You don’t have to say anything. Don’t apologize, just right now, don’t,” he said quietly.
Harry was a little perplexed. He didn’t want Snape to think less of him, or to treat him any differently than he ever did. “Well,” Harry said a little too harshly, “I want to say this. Thank you for tending to me yesterday. Had you not watched me fall, there’s no telling how long it would have taken for you to find me, and I was bleeding pretty badly.”
Snape shook his head as if to say ‘don’t mention it,’ and watched as the first rays of the morning sun touched the drops of dew on the flowers in the garden. He sighed contentedly even though there was a war raging inside him. That infernal brat! He wants to talk about what happened yesterday, and I’m just not sure I can say anything. We’ll be working together in the fall, but he’s a masterpiece. He’s Harry Effing Potter, but he’s bloody gorgeous. He’s twenty years my junior, but Minerva’s easily eighty years younger than Albus. Gah!! I can’t win! The old coot is doing this to me on purpose! Damn him!
Snape was completely lost in all thoughts and failed to notice Harry moving toward him. “Severus,” the young man spoke softly as he put his hand on the other man’s shoulder, “I know. I…it’s that damnable Dumbledore! He’s trying to kill us both, isn’t he?”
With Harry’s touch, he looked at the younger man. He watched as the emotions played across his face. Harry was waging the same war in his heart that Snape was, yet he did not try to hide it like the older man. “I’m not sure when the respect I’ve had for you for so long turned to…something else, but it has. I never noticed just how beautiful you could be Severus, until yesterday morning when you stood over there and watched the sun rise. I’ve never seen a look of contentment on your face, and it made its way to your eyes. Let me tempt you Severus. For once, give in to that temptation.”
With that, Harry turned and made his way to his room. He changed into his clothes and grabbed his wand, the notebook Snape gave him on their first day there, and the large book. Snape’s demeanor was still quiet at breakfast and Harry did nothing to bring attention to himself. Soon after he was finished, he found a place in the garden to read. He took a few notes in the notebook, but decided that he was a bit to restless to actually pay any attention. In truth, his attentions were turned on Severus. He wanted desperately to know what was going on in the man’s head.
A/N: As always, for my reviewers:
Relicwitch- I\'m not telling if he makes it all summer or not! :p You\'ll just have to keep reading! *giggles* And, yes, I do love reviews. They fill me with warm fuzzy feelings. LOL!
Papaya: Here you go dear, more for your reading pleasure!! =D Sometimes, when I read, I just can\'t imagine two people kissing and then by the end of it they are shagging. It\'s not quite real to me. Besides that, easing them into the relationship makes for some wonderful angsty moments! hee hee hee...
Anon: I\'m glad you liked it! I was really hoping my readers would have your exact reaction!
More big hugs to you guys! Thanks for the reviews...from me and my muse!
Snape made a grand exit from the room with his trademark billowing robes. Harry lay there for some time with his hands under his head just staring at the ceiling. I spooked him today. He’s freaked out. Oh, God, that can only mean one thing! Damn you Dumbledore and damn your meddling ways! I probably didn’t even have to do anything but write a parchment on my experience with Voldemort to get my certificates.
Harry thought about the kiss he shared with Snape earlier in the day. Snape told him he was a temptation. Harry drifted into a dreamless sleep before he had time to contemplate what that meant. Before daybreak, Severus was in Harry’s room checking on him. His ankle healed quite well throughout the night, and he removed the immobility spell.
He looks so peaceful there sleeping. Who would guess that this young man saved the whole of the wizarding world from an atrocity like Voldemort. Harry’s eyes fluttered open and he looked at the older man gazing down at him. Snape smiled and sat on the bed. “Good morning. I just came to remove the immobility spell. Your ankle will probably be rather sore for the next day or so, but you should live.”
He brushed a strand of hair from Harry’s face. “Harry, would you like to meet me on the east balcony for tea?”
The young man sat up and smiled at Snape. He wiggled his toes and moved his ankle, which popped very loudly, and he sighed with pleasure. “Ah…I’ve needed to do that for hours.” Smiling broader he added, “Tea would be lovely on the east balcony. How long until sunrise?”
“You have about 30 minutes or so, I believe.”
“Great,” Harry answered, “That will give me plenty of time to shower and get yesterday’s grime off of me. I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes.”
Snape left Harry to shower and change and he arrived almost 20 minutes later, clad in a pair of emerald green sleep pants and bare footed. He limped just a bit from his accident the day before, and his hair was still wet from his shower. He had it pulled into a low ponytail.
Snape surveyed the young man when he arrived. “Any more nightmares?”
Harry blushed, “No, no nightmares after you left.”
He noticed the man was wearing the same silk pants he wore the morning before, but he wore a robe over his shirtless chest. Harry observed that his hair was loose, as always. As the sun rose, the men took their tea and there was an uncomfortable silence in the air. “Severus I…”
Snape held up his hand to silence Harry. “You don’t have to say anything. Don’t apologize, just right now, don’t,” he said quietly.
Harry was a little perplexed. He didn’t want Snape to think less of him, or to treat him any differently than he ever did. “Well,” Harry said a little too harshly, “I want to say this. Thank you for tending to me yesterday. Had you not watched me fall, there’s no telling how long it would have taken for you to find me, and I was bleeding pretty badly.”
Snape shook his head as if to say ‘don’t mention it,’ and watched as the first rays of the morning sun touched the drops of dew on the flowers in the garden. He sighed contentedly even though there was a war raging inside him. That infernal brat! He wants to talk about what happened yesterday, and I’m just not sure I can say anything. We’ll be working together in the fall, but he’s a masterpiece. He’s Harry Effing Potter, but he’s bloody gorgeous. He’s twenty years my junior, but Minerva’s easily eighty years younger than Albus. Gah!! I can’t win! The old coot is doing this to me on purpose! Damn him!
Snape was completely lost in all thoughts and failed to notice Harry moving toward him. “Severus,” the young man spoke softly as he put his hand on the other man’s shoulder, “I know. I…it’s that damnable Dumbledore! He’s trying to kill us both, isn’t he?”
With Harry’s touch, he looked at the younger man. He watched as the emotions played across his face. Harry was waging the same war in his heart that Snape was, yet he did not try to hide it like the older man. “I’m not sure when the respect I’ve had for you for so long turned to…something else, but it has. I never noticed just how beautiful you could be Severus, until yesterday morning when you stood over there and watched the sun rise. I’ve never seen a look of contentment on your face, and it made its way to your eyes. Let me tempt you Severus. For once, give in to that temptation.”
With that, Harry turned and made his way to his room. He changed into his clothes and grabbed his wand, the notebook Snape gave him on their first day there, and the large book. Snape’s demeanor was still quiet at breakfast and Harry did nothing to bring attention to himself. Soon after he was finished, he found a place in the garden to read. He took a few notes in the notebook, but decided that he was a bit to restless to actually pay any attention. In truth, his attentions were turned on Severus. He wanted desperately to know what was going on in the man’s head.