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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
27
Views:
21,363
Reviews:
113
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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An Unexpected Mealtime Experience
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.
Harry had relinquished his burden. He felt good about it. He found his parchment and quill and began recounting his training to fight Voldemort. He did not know how long he’d been there, but suddenly, his stomach growled loudly. Walking to the dining room, he realized that the sun was setting, and it was close to supper. “Tizzie,” Harry called.
The house elf appeared with a POP! “Mister Potter, what can Tizzie do for you?”
“What time will you be serving supper? I just realized that I missed lunch, and I’m starved.
“Mister Severus wants supper in fifteen minutes. It will be ready then.”
“Thank you Tizzie,” Harry answered.
To take up the time before supper, Harry meandered back upstairs to the bathroom and washed up. He took the vast book from his bed, and set it on the ottoman next to the hearth in the sitting room. When he made his way to the formal dining room, he met a sight he thought he’d never see.
The chandelier was lit and the large table had been transfigured into a table for two. There were candles throughout the room, and one Severus Snape sat facing the door. He smiled, gesturing for Harry to sit. Once he did, an appetizer appeared. Harry raised an eyebrow. Snape smiled bigger. “I want to do this right, Harry, humor me.”
Harry flushed and suppressed a giggle. “Ok, so what is this?”
“Cervelle de Canut, Harry. It’s a wonderful herb cheese dip that you spread on the toast.”
Raising an eyebrow, Harry said, “I didn’t know you were so well versed in French cuisine. It is French, isn’t it?”
Snape had begun spreading the dip on his piece of toast. “Yes, Harry, it’s French, and it’s delectable.”
Harry followed Snape’s lead and sampled the dip. “This is wonderful,” he exclaimed with his mouth full.
They sat for some time in silence, just enjoying the company the other provided. Suddenly, the dip vanished, and the main course appeared. “Fricassée de Veau aux Girolles,” Snape answered, seeing Harry’s quizzical look. “Veal stew with wild mushrooms.”
“Ah,” Harry said. “Looks fabulous.”
They talked of trivial things over the main course. Harry was very impressed with the fact that Snape had been so thoughtful. This was his way of telling Harry that he’d like to be tempted. Once they were almost full, everything again vanished. This time it was replaced by dessert. A large intricately designed silver platter sat between the men. It was filled with fruit of every kind, and several different dips. Harry observed strawberries, grapes, slices of pineapple and kiwi fruit, he also noticed the chocolate and whip cream dips in the middle. He pointed to a small pile of pink fruit. “What’s that?”
Severus smiled. “That is a pomegranate. Most often times, those are an acquired taste.”
“Pomegranate?” Harry repeated thoughtfully. “Persephone ate six seeds of the pomegranate and has to remain in Hades for six months out of the year.”
“Reader of myths, are we?”
Harry dipped a strawberry into the chocolate and nibbled at the tip. “Classical mythology is a hobby of mine,” he answered with a smile. “I discovered it soon after I started at Hogwarts.”
Severus raised an eyebrow at the statement. “Really? When did you have time to read in between saving the sorcerer’s stone and hippogriffs?”
In-between bites of pineapple, Harry answered, “Usually late at night, but mostly on Saturday’s when I’d caught up on my homework.”
Snape plucked a few grapes from the platter. “That’s interesting, Harry. I never really took you for the kind of person who might get into mythos.”
With a smirk, Harry replied, “Well, it’s not hard to get caught up in tales of gods and goddess, hero’s and fools, when you whole life seems to mirror said tales.”
Harry watched Snape as he ate a strawberry. There was something overtly sexual about the way his lips caressed the tender fruit as he bit into it. “What is your favorite tale, Harry?”
The young man smiled. “That’s easy, the tale of Atlas.”
Severus licked the strawberry juice from his fingers and eyed the man across from him intently. “Atlas? Well, that’s a rather fitting story, don’t you think?”
Entranced with the man licking his fingers, Harry missed the questions. He leaned into the table and picked up a piece of pomegranate. Before Snape knew what was going on, he was taking the fruit from the younger man’s fingers, letting his lips linger for just a moment on Harry’s fingertips. In turn, he fed the young man a strawberry, but Harry held his hand in place and slowly licked the juices from the tips of each finger.
A/N: Hows that for an evil cliffie? MWAHWAHWAHWAHWAH!!! *ahem*
Harry had relinquished his burden. He felt good about it. He found his parchment and quill and began recounting his training to fight Voldemort. He did not know how long he’d been there, but suddenly, his stomach growled loudly. Walking to the dining room, he realized that the sun was setting, and it was close to supper. “Tizzie,” Harry called.
The house elf appeared with a POP! “Mister Potter, what can Tizzie do for you?”
“What time will you be serving supper? I just realized that I missed lunch, and I’m starved.
“Mister Severus wants supper in fifteen minutes. It will be ready then.”
“Thank you Tizzie,” Harry answered.
To take up the time before supper, Harry meandered back upstairs to the bathroom and washed up. He took the vast book from his bed, and set it on the ottoman next to the hearth in the sitting room. When he made his way to the formal dining room, he met a sight he thought he’d never see.
The chandelier was lit and the large table had been transfigured into a table for two. There were candles throughout the room, and one Severus Snape sat facing the door. He smiled, gesturing for Harry to sit. Once he did, an appetizer appeared. Harry raised an eyebrow. Snape smiled bigger. “I want to do this right, Harry, humor me.”
Harry flushed and suppressed a giggle. “Ok, so what is this?”
“Cervelle de Canut, Harry. It’s a wonderful herb cheese dip that you spread on the toast.”
Raising an eyebrow, Harry said, “I didn’t know you were so well versed in French cuisine. It is French, isn’t it?”
Snape had begun spreading the dip on his piece of toast. “Yes, Harry, it’s French, and it’s delectable.”
Harry followed Snape’s lead and sampled the dip. “This is wonderful,” he exclaimed with his mouth full.
They sat for some time in silence, just enjoying the company the other provided. Suddenly, the dip vanished, and the main course appeared. “Fricassée de Veau aux Girolles,” Snape answered, seeing Harry’s quizzical look. “Veal stew with wild mushrooms.”
“Ah,” Harry said. “Looks fabulous.”
They talked of trivial things over the main course. Harry was very impressed with the fact that Snape had been so thoughtful. This was his way of telling Harry that he’d like to be tempted. Once they were almost full, everything again vanished. This time it was replaced by dessert. A large intricately designed silver platter sat between the men. It was filled with fruit of every kind, and several different dips. Harry observed strawberries, grapes, slices of pineapple and kiwi fruit, he also noticed the chocolate and whip cream dips in the middle. He pointed to a small pile of pink fruit. “What’s that?”
Severus smiled. “That is a pomegranate. Most often times, those are an acquired taste.”
“Pomegranate?” Harry repeated thoughtfully. “Persephone ate six seeds of the pomegranate and has to remain in Hades for six months out of the year.”
“Reader of myths, are we?”
Harry dipped a strawberry into the chocolate and nibbled at the tip. “Classical mythology is a hobby of mine,” he answered with a smile. “I discovered it soon after I started at Hogwarts.”
Severus raised an eyebrow at the statement. “Really? When did you have time to read in between saving the sorcerer’s stone and hippogriffs?”
In-between bites of pineapple, Harry answered, “Usually late at night, but mostly on Saturday’s when I’d caught up on my homework.”
Snape plucked a few grapes from the platter. “That’s interesting, Harry. I never really took you for the kind of person who might get into mythos.”
With a smirk, Harry replied, “Well, it’s not hard to get caught up in tales of gods and goddess, hero’s and fools, when you whole life seems to mirror said tales.”
Harry watched Snape as he ate a strawberry. There was something overtly sexual about the way his lips caressed the tender fruit as he bit into it. “What is your favorite tale, Harry?”
The young man smiled. “That’s easy, the tale of Atlas.”
Severus licked the strawberry juice from his fingers and eyed the man across from him intently. “Atlas? Well, that’s a rather fitting story, don’t you think?”
Entranced with the man licking his fingers, Harry missed the questions. He leaned into the table and picked up a piece of pomegranate. Before Snape knew what was going on, he was taking the fruit from the younger man’s fingers, letting his lips linger for just a moment on Harry’s fingertips. In turn, he fed the young man a strawberry, but Harry held his hand in place and slowly licked the juices from the tips of each finger.
A/N: Hows that for an evil cliffie? MWAHWAHWAHWAHWAH!!! *ahem*