What the Devil Wants
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
38
Views:
46,075
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352
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Currently Reading:
2
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A Sealed Deal
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“Well? Do we have an agreement? My silence for your co-operation?” Harry sat staring blankly at the empty teachers table at the head of the great hall. Dinner had finished over an hour ago, the house elves having cleared away any signs of a meal while Harry had sat staring numbly into space. Harry tightened his fists into balls beneath the table as the Slytherin blonde sat down opposite him in the empty hall.
“Do I have a choice?” Harry ground out having seethed to himself about being so stupid as to go to Draco in the first place about his homework. This mess was all because of the stupid class.
“Not really, “ Draco shrugged casually. “But I did think about it some more, and you were right it is a steep price for a ‘blow job’ so I’m prepared to compromise.” Harry’s gaze narrowed suspiciously at Draco, wondering what this latest compromise would entail. “I’ll help you with all your homework assignments from Snape’s class. In fact we’ll turn it into a tutoring session. You’re not going to move Snape an inch playing the innocent virgin, that’s just not his style.”
“He hates me.” Harry put simply, replaying the last nasty encounter he and Snape had had in his own mind. Draco sniffed indignantly and rolled his eyes.
“Don’t be melodramatic Potter, Snape doesn’t hate anyone he’s just not as tolerant of other people’s foibles as the rest of us are.” Harry raised a skeptical eyebrow at Draco who again rolled his eyes, in what was increasingly becoming a habit when the blonde was in Harry’s company. “Besides, I’m pretty sure that wasn’t a potion’s tube in his pocket after he’d come back from 101 last week”
“How do you know what’s in his pockets?” Harry whispered eyeing Draco a little enviously, as he thought back to the kiss in Snape’s office. “Besides he’s not gay, rumors would have started.” Draco chuckled at Harry’s naivety for the second time that day, and shook his head in disbelief at how clueless Harry was.
“Oh please Potter, you can’t be that dumb. Why do you think Dumbledore chose Snape to teach 101?” Draco spat sharply, not waiting for Harry to reply before continuing. “Because being queer, he’s the only teacher that could talk about hetro sex and not be in the slightest bit turned on, and therefore pose no threat to his students.” Draco paused a moment letting Harry grasp the idea he was trying to get across. “As for knowing what’s in his pockets, I can go one better and tell you what’s in his pants. I’ve been sleeping with him since I was fifteen, it’s part of the promise my father made to him.”
“You,” Harry paused and swallowed nervously, lowering his voice as he continued. “You’re making love to him?” Harry hated the way he sounded so pathetically young, and with Draco’s snort of amusement Harry knew he was being mocked.
“I wouldn’t call it that Potter. Every Wednesday after dueling club I go back to his rooms. We talk, have a drink then I lie there while he does me. It doesn’t even get a rise out of me, and some times he doesn’t even come he just pulls out when he’s soft without having lost his load. It’s crap. Then he kisses me and tells me to go back to my dorm. I think he’s got a problem, aside from the fact I don’t want it or him. And he let’s me sleep around, like he doesn’t even care. But what I can’t understand is if he doesn’t care about me, why the fuck won’t he null the contract?” Harry sat back a little on the bench, stunned at having heard Draco spill such sordid secrets about himself, to his enemy.
“Perhaps he loves you.” Harry muttered, cursing himself at sounded very much like a girl, with his soppy notions of love. Draco rolled his eyes yet again and shook his head in disgust.
“Don’t delude yourself Potter, just because you fuck someone doesn’t mean its love. I’d sooner say it was something to do with my father, but until I can work it out the only option I have is you.” Draco grumbled as he folded his arms across his chest to stare at Harry pointedly. “I’ll even help you. I’ve been in his company long enough to know what he likes and what he doesn’t, well at least out of the bedroom that is.”
“I kissed him.” Harry whispered hardly believing he’d just confessed what he had. Draco chuckled and shook his head in amusement causing Harry to frown deeply in concern.
“Yeah I know you did, he bitched about it all night to me afterwards. You shouldn’t have done it, it really pissed him off.” Draco laughed as Harry blushed a crimson colour knowing that Snape had discussed the incident with the blonde. “But that’s also partly why I think you’re the person to get me out of this Potter. Snape might have bitched about your kiss, but the sex was marginally better afterwards, for him at least, which suggests something about him and you.” Draco trailed off as he stared at Harry, who deliberately avoided meeting the blonde’s sky blue eyes. “You like him don’t you?” The question was out there before Harry had a chance to breath, Draco’s piercing blue eyes practically nailing him to the floor.
“Not particularly,” Harry shrugged non committally as he tried to avoid Draco’s piercing eyes. “I only kissed him because he pushed me, if he didn’t want me to rebel he shouldn’t have set an impossible homework task he knew I couldn’t do because of my situation.” Harry knew he was sulking like a four year old and one look at Draco’s amused smirk told Harry it was true.
“You wanted to be in his class Potter, no one’s forcing you to come. Besides, I’d say asking for a blow job from your enemy just to stay in his class, goes some way in explaining why you wanted to join in the first place.” Draco raised a knowing, calculated eyebrow at Harry who narrowed his gaze and sniffed indignantly. “Don’t blow me off Potter, I’m the king of reading sub text. I’ve been in Snape’s company long enough to be able to interpret even his hidden agenda’s.” Harry chuckled, as did Draco. It was a surreal moment to have Harry’s enemy sitting across from him, laughing in genuine mirth like the pair of them were friends. The moment however ended quickly as a slap of feet on the stone drew their attention over to the door.
“Harry, I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Ron wandered over to the table, where Harry and Draco were still sitting opposite one another. Ron glared at Draco, before glancing at Harry for some kind of explanation.
“We were just talking about the mixed Quidditch friendly next week.” Grabbing his bag from the floor Harry stood up beside Ron, who was still glaring at Draco like the blonde was the deadliest pet in Hagrid’s collection.
“Just because it’s a friendly doesn’t mean we’re just going to let the other team walk all over us.” Ron spat, more particularly at Draco than at Harry himself. Draco pursed his lips together but didn’t bite to the redhead’s accusations. Instead Draco calmly stood having collected his own bag from the bench beside him. “Besides, I heard Hooch benched you for this game.” Ron growled at Draco’s back as the blonde began walking towards the exit of the hall, having not once acknowledged Ron’s insults. Harry was mildly impressed that the Slytherin held his tongue. Reaching the door, Draco paused and glanced back over his shoulder at Harry and his friend.
“Do we have an agreement Potter?” Draco called calmly restating the exact question that had started the entire strange conversation off in the first place. Harry hesitated, ignoring Ron’s confused stare as he thought about the consequences of his next words. Taking a deep breath Harry nodded, wondering silently to himself if it wasn’t the biggest mistake in his life. With a very Slytherin smile twitching at the corner of his mouth, Draco turned and with a confident swagger left the great hall.
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TBC>>>>>>>
“Well? Do we have an agreement? My silence for your co-operation?” Harry sat staring blankly at the empty teachers table at the head of the great hall. Dinner had finished over an hour ago, the house elves having cleared away any signs of a meal while Harry had sat staring numbly into space. Harry tightened his fists into balls beneath the table as the Slytherin blonde sat down opposite him in the empty hall.
“Do I have a choice?” Harry ground out having seethed to himself about being so stupid as to go to Draco in the first place about his homework. This mess was all because of the stupid class.
“Not really, “ Draco shrugged casually. “But I did think about it some more, and you were right it is a steep price for a ‘blow job’ so I’m prepared to compromise.” Harry’s gaze narrowed suspiciously at Draco, wondering what this latest compromise would entail. “I’ll help you with all your homework assignments from Snape’s class. In fact we’ll turn it into a tutoring session. You’re not going to move Snape an inch playing the innocent virgin, that’s just not his style.”
“He hates me.” Harry put simply, replaying the last nasty encounter he and Snape had had in his own mind. Draco sniffed indignantly and rolled his eyes.
“Don’t be melodramatic Potter, Snape doesn’t hate anyone he’s just not as tolerant of other people’s foibles as the rest of us are.” Harry raised a skeptical eyebrow at Draco who again rolled his eyes, in what was increasingly becoming a habit when the blonde was in Harry’s company. “Besides, I’m pretty sure that wasn’t a potion’s tube in his pocket after he’d come back from 101 last week”
“How do you know what’s in his pockets?” Harry whispered eyeing Draco a little enviously, as he thought back to the kiss in Snape’s office. “Besides he’s not gay, rumors would have started.” Draco chuckled at Harry’s naivety for the second time that day, and shook his head in disbelief at how clueless Harry was.
“Oh please Potter, you can’t be that dumb. Why do you think Dumbledore chose Snape to teach 101?” Draco spat sharply, not waiting for Harry to reply before continuing. “Because being queer, he’s the only teacher that could talk about hetro sex and not be in the slightest bit turned on, and therefore pose no threat to his students.” Draco paused a moment letting Harry grasp the idea he was trying to get across. “As for knowing what’s in his pockets, I can go one better and tell you what’s in his pants. I’ve been sleeping with him since I was fifteen, it’s part of the promise my father made to him.”
“You,” Harry paused and swallowed nervously, lowering his voice as he continued. “You’re making love to him?” Harry hated the way he sounded so pathetically young, and with Draco’s snort of amusement Harry knew he was being mocked.
“I wouldn’t call it that Potter. Every Wednesday after dueling club I go back to his rooms. We talk, have a drink then I lie there while he does me. It doesn’t even get a rise out of me, and some times he doesn’t even come he just pulls out when he’s soft without having lost his load. It’s crap. Then he kisses me and tells me to go back to my dorm. I think he’s got a problem, aside from the fact I don’t want it or him. And he let’s me sleep around, like he doesn’t even care. But what I can’t understand is if he doesn’t care about me, why the fuck won’t he null the contract?” Harry sat back a little on the bench, stunned at having heard Draco spill such sordid secrets about himself, to his enemy.
“Perhaps he loves you.” Harry muttered, cursing himself at sounded very much like a girl, with his soppy notions of love. Draco rolled his eyes yet again and shook his head in disgust.
“Don’t delude yourself Potter, just because you fuck someone doesn’t mean its love. I’d sooner say it was something to do with my father, but until I can work it out the only option I have is you.” Draco grumbled as he folded his arms across his chest to stare at Harry pointedly. “I’ll even help you. I’ve been in his company long enough to know what he likes and what he doesn’t, well at least out of the bedroom that is.”
“I kissed him.” Harry whispered hardly believing he’d just confessed what he had. Draco chuckled and shook his head in amusement causing Harry to frown deeply in concern.
“Yeah I know you did, he bitched about it all night to me afterwards. You shouldn’t have done it, it really pissed him off.” Draco laughed as Harry blushed a crimson colour knowing that Snape had discussed the incident with the blonde. “But that’s also partly why I think you’re the person to get me out of this Potter. Snape might have bitched about your kiss, but the sex was marginally better afterwards, for him at least, which suggests something about him and you.” Draco trailed off as he stared at Harry, who deliberately avoided meeting the blonde’s sky blue eyes. “You like him don’t you?” The question was out there before Harry had a chance to breath, Draco’s piercing blue eyes practically nailing him to the floor.
“Not particularly,” Harry shrugged non committally as he tried to avoid Draco’s piercing eyes. “I only kissed him because he pushed me, if he didn’t want me to rebel he shouldn’t have set an impossible homework task he knew I couldn’t do because of my situation.” Harry knew he was sulking like a four year old and one look at Draco’s amused smirk told Harry it was true.
“You wanted to be in his class Potter, no one’s forcing you to come. Besides, I’d say asking for a blow job from your enemy just to stay in his class, goes some way in explaining why you wanted to join in the first place.” Draco raised a knowing, calculated eyebrow at Harry who narrowed his gaze and sniffed indignantly. “Don’t blow me off Potter, I’m the king of reading sub text. I’ve been in Snape’s company long enough to be able to interpret even his hidden agenda’s.” Harry chuckled, as did Draco. It was a surreal moment to have Harry’s enemy sitting across from him, laughing in genuine mirth like the pair of them were friends. The moment however ended quickly as a slap of feet on the stone drew their attention over to the door.
“Harry, I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Ron wandered over to the table, where Harry and Draco were still sitting opposite one another. Ron glared at Draco, before glancing at Harry for some kind of explanation.
“We were just talking about the mixed Quidditch friendly next week.” Grabbing his bag from the floor Harry stood up beside Ron, who was still glaring at Draco like the blonde was the deadliest pet in Hagrid’s collection.
“Just because it’s a friendly doesn’t mean we’re just going to let the other team walk all over us.” Ron spat, more particularly at Draco than at Harry himself. Draco pursed his lips together but didn’t bite to the redhead’s accusations. Instead Draco calmly stood having collected his own bag from the bench beside him. “Besides, I heard Hooch benched you for this game.” Ron growled at Draco’s back as the blonde began walking towards the exit of the hall, having not once acknowledged Ron’s insults. Harry was mildly impressed that the Slytherin held his tongue. Reaching the door, Draco paused and glanced back over his shoulder at Harry and his friend.
“Do we have an agreement Potter?” Draco called calmly restating the exact question that had started the entire strange conversation off in the first place. Harry hesitated, ignoring Ron’s confused stare as he thought about the consequences of his next words. Taking a deep breath Harry nodded, wondering silently to himself if it wasn’t the biggest mistake in his life. With a very Slytherin smile twitching at the corner of his mouth, Draco turned and with a confident swagger left the great hall.
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TBC>>>>>>>