Love Potion No. 13
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult +
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14
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23,930
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44
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Chappy 12
Chapter 12
“Stop fidgeting Potter, I would never have agreed to have you sit with me if I knew you’d ferret so much.” Harry looked up from his cloak where he’d been searching his pockets looking for a sweet. It was the last Quidditch match of the season, Gryfindor vs. Slytherin. Due to Madam Pomfrey’s over protectiveness Harry had been banned from the entire season, relegated to the bench as assistant coach. In lieu of Quidditch though Harry had been spending time with Snape. It had been awkward at first, conversations clipped and impersonal but slowly they’d become used to one another and had fallen into a routine. No one had mentioned the new friendship between the Potion master and the boy who lived, none willing to speculate on two such volatile wizards. Harry had been learning all kinds of new things, things about combining magic, mixing spells and joining curses. Harry had become used to Snape’s magic, learning it’s subtle differences from his own and it’s similarities. Snape seemed to be learning too, although with far fewer mistakes than Harry made much to the younger wizards irritation.
“Sweet?” Harry offered out his palm containing the two fluff coated lemon drops he’d had squirreled away in his coat pocket for some months.
“I’d rather eat my own intestine.” Snape muttered bitterly as he turned his nose up at the sweets. Harry shrugged his shoulders and popped both sweets into his mouth as he turned back to the game. It was icy cold the winter hard this year. Wind played havoc with the players as did the ice and snow. Harry hadn’t been very interested in the tournament this year and couldn’t have really cared who lost or won. Ron had said it was sacrilege for the captain not to care, but Harry had shrugged it off he had far bigger issues to deal with most of which involved Snape. Neither he nor Snape had mentioned sex again since the evening in Snape’s chambers but now the idea had been planted in Harry’s mind he found he couldn’t shake it. Where once his wet dreams had been about a tall red haired dragon slayer, they were now about a tall dark haired professor.
“Are you going to visit me this Christmas?” Harry spoke ignoring the screams of delight from the Slytherin crowd sitting on the terraced towers below them. They were one week out from Christmas holidays and Harry for the first time had been allowed to stay with the Weasley’s for the two-week break.
“Is that a request or a demand?” Snape muttered as he wrapped his cloak tighter around himself for warmth as the snow began falling in earnest.
“A question, I just want to know if you’re going to visit that’s all?” Harry ground out trying to stop his teeth from chattering in the cold.
“A visit to the Weasley’s at Christmas is unavoidable, I believe I shall be accompanying Albus to the red haired clans annual Christmas dinner having received their invitation last week.” Harry smiled in successes and sighed with relief as Snape cast a warmth bubble around them sealing in the heat and trapping out the icy snow and wind. Without the roar of the wind or the cheering of the crowd they could finally talk without shouting at one another.
“Great you can come flying with me.” Harry exclaimed having remembered Mrs. Weasley’s stern words when she’d warned him that neither he nor Ron were to transfigure themselves this holiday less under adult supervision.
“Again, is this a request or a demand?” Snape was being deliberately awkward but Harry had had practice with the professor’s moods and brushed it off casually.
“Don’t be an dick head, besides you said you’d teach me to fly at night.” Reluctantly Snape sighed and nodded in agreement, having delayed that particular lesson as long as possible. After the last incident involving trees during the day time, there was no telling what trouble the boy would get into at night. Satisfied with his successes Harry turned his attention back to the match unaware that Snape was staring at him his own attention distracted.
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Harry laughed loudly and snorted into is glass of brandy pumpkin juice. It was Christmas Eve and Harry, Hermione and Ron were sitting around the Weasley’s living room listening to Arthur and Molly sing Christmas carols while Bill told stories of Egypt and Gringots. This Christmas had been the best so far, having spent it away from Hogwart’s and with a true family he felt a part of. The entire Weasley clan was home for the holidays with the exception of Percy but no one talked about him anymore. Ron was drunk, and Hermione was falling asleep on her beanbag beside the fire. Only Harry was still wide-awake avidly taking in the atmosphere of a real family Christmas.
“ Oh Charlie dear, go and get the mince pies out of the oven.” Mrs. Weasley sang at Charlie from across the room. Harry shifted his feet in anticipation of movement as Charlie downed his butter beer and stood up to make his way to the kitchen. Harry had been avoiding Charlie all holiday his pride still wounded by the elder Weasley. “Come on Harry, give us a hand.” Harry looked up sharply from his drink as Charlie hovered over him mid stride, a bright smile on his face behind the curtain of his unbrushed hair. Harry couldn’t refuse and begrudgingly finished his drink and stood up with the aid of Charlie’s offered hand. It was cooler in the kitchen away from the fireplace and the many candles and Harry took a deep refreshing breath in. Charlie grabbed the oven gloves from the hanger by the door and bent over to take the pies out of the oven. Harry looked anywhere but at Charlie’s arse, which was, taunt and trim in the slim fitting jeans. Damn the Weasley was still hot but Harry would rather die than admit it to himself having been humiliated by the elder wizard and his friends. Besides he had to concentrate on Snape, well he didn’t have to but….
“Want one?” Harry snapped out of his musings only realizing that Charlie was now perched on the tabletop blowing on a hot mince pie he’d stolen off the tray.
“Um, nah I’m fine.” Harry declined politely and glanced back into the living room, where Bill had told a joke and the twins had burst into fits of giggles.
“So how’s this year shaping up at school?” Charlie bit into his mince pie pasty crumbs falling onto his Weird Sisters t-shirt that hung loose around his muscled frame.
“Quiet, too quiet really.” Harry sighed as he leant against the counter top and flicked idly at a loose thread on his jumper. Charlie nodded in silence as he ate the rest of his pie seemingly not affected by the awkwardness between himself and Harry who was uncomfortable as hell.
“Yeah I don’t like it when it’s this quiet either, makes you think something big is coming.” Charlie licked his fingers and looked up directly at Harry, his eyes sparkling with an untold knowledge. Harry stared at the elder Weasley for a moment before smiling and looking away awkwardly. “Was it something I said Harry?” Harry looked strangely at Charlie wondering what he was talking about Charlie sighed heavily before elaborating. “You and I were friends right, what happened? You haven’t spoken two words to me all week, and you practically jumped at the opportunity to stay in the twin’s room rather than share with Ron and I this holiday.” Harry swallowed awkwardly and looked away from Charlie’s sparkling blue eyes.
“Just…I…. it’s nothing just me.” Harry muttered awkwardly shifting his slipper covered feet on the lino floor.
“Is this about you and Snape?” Harry’s head snapped up instantly having had no one address anything that had been going on between himself and the potions professor since it had begun.
“No.” Harry snapped defensively wondering where it was any of Charlie’s business what was going on, if anything was going on. Harry wasn’t quite sure himself if there was anything going on at all yet, he and Snape just talked most of the time.
“Come on Harry we’ve all had the warning from Dumbledore. Don’t touch on the subject of you and Snape for all of Merlin’s magic but honestly it’s not good to pretend something doesn’t exist.” Charlie looked pointedly at Harry who stammered in shock. “I’d say I’d be pretty fucking freaked out if I had to sleep with old Snivellrus…”
“I’m not sleeping with him.” Harry cut in abruptly making Charlie shut up immediately in surprise.
“Oh, I got the impression you two were an item now…” Charlie commented cautiously as Harry folded his arms across his chest defensively and glared at the elder Weasley.
“We’re soul mates, that doesn’t mean we have to fuck.” Harry muttered scowling at Charlie and hoping no one else was listening to their conversation from the living room. Charlie nodded in acceptance and an awkward silence fell over the two of them. It was a long few moments before Charlie glanced up and smiled brightly.
“Take a step back Potter.” Confused Harry automatically did as Charlie said and was a little concerned when he watched the elder Weasley get up off the table and walk over to him. “Merry Christmas Harry.” Before Harry could ask what the hell Charlie thought he was doing, his lips had been captured in a sweet kiss. Harry struggled for a whole of a second before his lips relaxed and his eyes slide close as Charlie’s tongue pushed past the barrier of teeth to explore the younger boy’s mouth. By the time Charlie pulled away Harry was breathless, and was panting like a race horse his mouth hanging open undignified and his eyes still firmly squeezed shut. At Charlie’s chuckle Harry’s eyes instantly sprang open to look horrified at the elder Weasley who was pointing at the mistle toe hanging above the doorframe. “That’ll be a Christmas present to remember won’t it Potter.” Charlie flashed Harry a wicked smile as he straightened his jeans and moved back towards the living room. “Oh and Potter, those pajama’s are hot.” With a wink Charlie disappeared back into the living room leaving Harry standing stock still in shock underneath the offending bit of flower. Harry felt suddenly faint as reality seemed to set in and he grabbed uselessly for the bench but collapsed instead on the table where not a few moments before Charlie had sat, his legs spread casually apart and stuffing his face with pie.
“Fuck.” Harry whispered as he licked his lips, the lingering taste of sweet mince pie and something uniquely Charlie tickling his taste buds. Perhaps Charlie didn’t think he was a child after all….
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
“Stop fidgeting Potter, I would never have agreed to have you sit with me if I knew you’d ferret so much.” Harry looked up from his cloak where he’d been searching his pockets looking for a sweet. It was the last Quidditch match of the season, Gryfindor vs. Slytherin. Due to Madam Pomfrey’s over protectiveness Harry had been banned from the entire season, relegated to the bench as assistant coach. In lieu of Quidditch though Harry had been spending time with Snape. It had been awkward at first, conversations clipped and impersonal but slowly they’d become used to one another and had fallen into a routine. No one had mentioned the new friendship between the Potion master and the boy who lived, none willing to speculate on two such volatile wizards. Harry had been learning all kinds of new things, things about combining magic, mixing spells and joining curses. Harry had become used to Snape’s magic, learning it’s subtle differences from his own and it’s similarities. Snape seemed to be learning too, although with far fewer mistakes than Harry made much to the younger wizards irritation.
“Sweet?” Harry offered out his palm containing the two fluff coated lemon drops he’d had squirreled away in his coat pocket for some months.
“I’d rather eat my own intestine.” Snape muttered bitterly as he turned his nose up at the sweets. Harry shrugged his shoulders and popped both sweets into his mouth as he turned back to the game. It was icy cold the winter hard this year. Wind played havoc with the players as did the ice and snow. Harry hadn’t been very interested in the tournament this year and couldn’t have really cared who lost or won. Ron had said it was sacrilege for the captain not to care, but Harry had shrugged it off he had far bigger issues to deal with most of which involved Snape. Neither he nor Snape had mentioned sex again since the evening in Snape’s chambers but now the idea had been planted in Harry’s mind he found he couldn’t shake it. Where once his wet dreams had been about a tall red haired dragon slayer, they were now about a tall dark haired professor.
“Are you going to visit me this Christmas?” Harry spoke ignoring the screams of delight from the Slytherin crowd sitting on the terraced towers below them. They were one week out from Christmas holidays and Harry for the first time had been allowed to stay with the Weasley’s for the two-week break.
“Is that a request or a demand?” Snape muttered as he wrapped his cloak tighter around himself for warmth as the snow began falling in earnest.
“A question, I just want to know if you’re going to visit that’s all?” Harry ground out trying to stop his teeth from chattering in the cold.
“A visit to the Weasley’s at Christmas is unavoidable, I believe I shall be accompanying Albus to the red haired clans annual Christmas dinner having received their invitation last week.” Harry smiled in successes and sighed with relief as Snape cast a warmth bubble around them sealing in the heat and trapping out the icy snow and wind. Without the roar of the wind or the cheering of the crowd they could finally talk without shouting at one another.
“Great you can come flying with me.” Harry exclaimed having remembered Mrs. Weasley’s stern words when she’d warned him that neither he nor Ron were to transfigure themselves this holiday less under adult supervision.
“Again, is this a request or a demand?” Snape was being deliberately awkward but Harry had had practice with the professor’s moods and brushed it off casually.
“Don’t be an dick head, besides you said you’d teach me to fly at night.” Reluctantly Snape sighed and nodded in agreement, having delayed that particular lesson as long as possible. After the last incident involving trees during the day time, there was no telling what trouble the boy would get into at night. Satisfied with his successes Harry turned his attention back to the match unaware that Snape was staring at him his own attention distracted.
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Harry laughed loudly and snorted into is glass of brandy pumpkin juice. It was Christmas Eve and Harry, Hermione and Ron were sitting around the Weasley’s living room listening to Arthur and Molly sing Christmas carols while Bill told stories of Egypt and Gringots. This Christmas had been the best so far, having spent it away from Hogwart’s and with a true family he felt a part of. The entire Weasley clan was home for the holidays with the exception of Percy but no one talked about him anymore. Ron was drunk, and Hermione was falling asleep on her beanbag beside the fire. Only Harry was still wide-awake avidly taking in the atmosphere of a real family Christmas.
“ Oh Charlie dear, go and get the mince pies out of the oven.” Mrs. Weasley sang at Charlie from across the room. Harry shifted his feet in anticipation of movement as Charlie downed his butter beer and stood up to make his way to the kitchen. Harry had been avoiding Charlie all holiday his pride still wounded by the elder Weasley. “Come on Harry, give us a hand.” Harry looked up sharply from his drink as Charlie hovered over him mid stride, a bright smile on his face behind the curtain of his unbrushed hair. Harry couldn’t refuse and begrudgingly finished his drink and stood up with the aid of Charlie’s offered hand. It was cooler in the kitchen away from the fireplace and the many candles and Harry took a deep refreshing breath in. Charlie grabbed the oven gloves from the hanger by the door and bent over to take the pies out of the oven. Harry looked anywhere but at Charlie’s arse, which was, taunt and trim in the slim fitting jeans. Damn the Weasley was still hot but Harry would rather die than admit it to himself having been humiliated by the elder wizard and his friends. Besides he had to concentrate on Snape, well he didn’t have to but….
“Want one?” Harry snapped out of his musings only realizing that Charlie was now perched on the tabletop blowing on a hot mince pie he’d stolen off the tray.
“Um, nah I’m fine.” Harry declined politely and glanced back into the living room, where Bill had told a joke and the twins had burst into fits of giggles.
“So how’s this year shaping up at school?” Charlie bit into his mince pie pasty crumbs falling onto his Weird Sisters t-shirt that hung loose around his muscled frame.
“Quiet, too quiet really.” Harry sighed as he leant against the counter top and flicked idly at a loose thread on his jumper. Charlie nodded in silence as he ate the rest of his pie seemingly not affected by the awkwardness between himself and Harry who was uncomfortable as hell.
“Yeah I don’t like it when it’s this quiet either, makes you think something big is coming.” Charlie licked his fingers and looked up directly at Harry, his eyes sparkling with an untold knowledge. Harry stared at the elder Weasley for a moment before smiling and looking away awkwardly. “Was it something I said Harry?” Harry looked strangely at Charlie wondering what he was talking about Charlie sighed heavily before elaborating. “You and I were friends right, what happened? You haven’t spoken two words to me all week, and you practically jumped at the opportunity to stay in the twin’s room rather than share with Ron and I this holiday.” Harry swallowed awkwardly and looked away from Charlie’s sparkling blue eyes.
“Just…I…. it’s nothing just me.” Harry muttered awkwardly shifting his slipper covered feet on the lino floor.
“Is this about you and Snape?” Harry’s head snapped up instantly having had no one address anything that had been going on between himself and the potions professor since it had begun.
“No.” Harry snapped defensively wondering where it was any of Charlie’s business what was going on, if anything was going on. Harry wasn’t quite sure himself if there was anything going on at all yet, he and Snape just talked most of the time.
“Come on Harry we’ve all had the warning from Dumbledore. Don’t touch on the subject of you and Snape for all of Merlin’s magic but honestly it’s not good to pretend something doesn’t exist.” Charlie looked pointedly at Harry who stammered in shock. “I’d say I’d be pretty fucking freaked out if I had to sleep with old Snivellrus…”
“I’m not sleeping with him.” Harry cut in abruptly making Charlie shut up immediately in surprise.
“Oh, I got the impression you two were an item now…” Charlie commented cautiously as Harry folded his arms across his chest defensively and glared at the elder Weasley.
“We’re soul mates, that doesn’t mean we have to fuck.” Harry muttered scowling at Charlie and hoping no one else was listening to their conversation from the living room. Charlie nodded in acceptance and an awkward silence fell over the two of them. It was a long few moments before Charlie glanced up and smiled brightly.
“Take a step back Potter.” Confused Harry automatically did as Charlie said and was a little concerned when he watched the elder Weasley get up off the table and walk over to him. “Merry Christmas Harry.” Before Harry could ask what the hell Charlie thought he was doing, his lips had been captured in a sweet kiss. Harry struggled for a whole of a second before his lips relaxed and his eyes slide close as Charlie’s tongue pushed past the barrier of teeth to explore the younger boy’s mouth. By the time Charlie pulled away Harry was breathless, and was panting like a race horse his mouth hanging open undignified and his eyes still firmly squeezed shut. At Charlie’s chuckle Harry’s eyes instantly sprang open to look horrified at the elder Weasley who was pointing at the mistle toe hanging above the doorframe. “That’ll be a Christmas present to remember won’t it Potter.” Charlie flashed Harry a wicked smile as he straightened his jeans and moved back towards the living room. “Oh and Potter, those pajama’s are hot.” With a wink Charlie disappeared back into the living room leaving Harry standing stock still in shock underneath the offending bit of flower. Harry felt suddenly faint as reality seemed to set in and he grabbed uselessly for the bench but collapsed instead on the table where not a few moments before Charlie had sat, his legs spread casually apart and stuffing his face with pie.
“Fuck.” Harry whispered as he licked his lips, the lingering taste of sweet mince pie and something uniquely Charlie tickling his taste buds. Perhaps Charlie didn’t think he was a child after all….
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>