The Friday Boy

CHAPTER 13

Harry lounged uncaringly in Dumbledore’s armchair as he watching the headmaster and Snape argue with one another over at Albus’ desk. Harry knew it was bound to happen, once the headmaster found out about the detentions with Snape, but the boy had been surprised it had taken till today for him to call them into his office.

“…and I stand by my decision headmaster Potter was disrupting the entire class with his deliberate and malicious questions.” Harry rolled his eyes at Snape’s comment as he again defended himself to the headmaster.

“That may be so but these detentions can not take place, it is a direct violation of the morals this school upholds.” Albus returned just as heatedly as Snape had done.

“So the little brats going to get away with it again!” Snape shouted loudly as if Harry wasn’t even sitting there listening.

“I did not say that Professor Snape, Mr. Potter will be punished for his actions but not under your supervision.” Harry inwardly groaned to himself knowing that it would be Filch who was the obvious choice to see to his detentions. “You know why I can not allow it Severus, and while you and Harry may have chosen to ignore your feelings for the boy Severus I still can not under my own moral scruples allow you two to be left alone unsupervised. Harry is still a minor Severus and until such time as he reaches his majority he is still under the care of his legal guardians.” Dumbledore rose from his chair behind the desk and moved over to where Harry was still lounging on the armchair waiting. “Now there is no one at present who can supervise such lengthy detentions but I believe removing 50 house points on top of the 30 already taken is sufficient punishment for the crime. Further more Mr. Potter, you will produce a written apology to Professor Snape by Friday explaining why you chose to question his ethics is that understood?” Harry nodded and slowly rose from chair, knowing that he was being dismissed. “Good, now I will hear no more of this and I expect to hear only good things about you from now until the end of term Harry.” Again Harry nodded and headed for the door already knowing Snape was following him. Once outside the office the pair of them descended the stairs slowly neither looking at one another until they’d reached the hallway outside the gargoyle.

“I don’t need to write a letter to tell you why I did it, you were deliberately ignoring me so I made you talk to me. I thought you said you didn’t hate me, I thought we were becoming friends.” Harry muttered as he leant against the wall of the hallway and stared at Snape who was standing with his hands clasped behind his back staring out of the window.

“I don’t think friend is the word I’d used to describe you Potter.” Snape snapped sharply.

“Well what would you call me? God forbid I’ve been called some wonderful names from your own mouth since I started school here, one more isn’t’ going to break me. Is this all because I saw you….” Harry was cut off as Snape spun around from the window his expression unreadable as he stared at Harry.

“No, Potter you watched me there’s a difference and for your information I was putting some distance between us so that I could get my mind back in some semblance of order should his royal darkness decide to hold a tea party.” Snape’s sarcasm was cutting and Harry winced. He hadn’t really thought of the real reason behind Snape not talking to him, he’d been so wrapped up in thinking it was because of what he’d done at the club.

“I really am quite fucked up when it comes to reading subtleties aren’t I?” Harry mumbled as he folded his arms across his chest and closed his eyes tightly. Harry really did like the attention he got from Snape, he liked the idea of being attractive to someone and having someone think of him like that. Yet what was between he and Snape wasn’t a relationship, it was nothing just an idea that Harry was drawing into being something painful. Snape was risking everything to even acknowledge he liked Harry yet Harry was still undecided if he even wanted what Snape could give him.

“You’re not the brightest star in the sky that’s for sure Potter.” Harry opened his eyes surprised when Snape’s voice was so close to him. “I’m sorry for throwing you out of my class, you really do know how to piss me off.” Harry blushed and shrugged his shoulders enjoying the rare moment that Snape apologized for anything.

“My own fault I should learn when to quit.” Harry smiled at Snape and went to move off down the hall, the clock tower chiming just gone 6, and signaling the beginning to dinner. Before Harry could step away however Snape caught his arm pulling him back against the wall. Harry didn’t have time to react before Snape’s hand had caught his chin and had drawn Harry’s lips up against his own. Harry’s body was rigid and stiff as he stared at Snape, unable to process the fact that his potion professor was kissing him. Then when Harry thought he had no braincells left working, Snape’s tongue flicked out against his bottom lip, joining the man’s thumb that was already trying to coax Harry’s tight lips to open and relax. Automatically Harry’s eyes slid closed as Snape’s tongue slid into his mouth to gently caress the moist cavern. The few kisses that Harry had ever experienced in his life, none compared to this. The slight five o’clock shadow that prickled his chin, the scent of spices and forest and the firm confident strokes of the man’s commanding tongue all combined turned Harry’s body to a pile of unintelligible mush.

At length Snape pulled away his teeth just catching Harry’s bottom lip as he released Harry’s chin and stepped away from his student. Harry was helpless his eyes sealed closed and his knees giving way so that he slid like a flobberworm down the wall and into a heap on the floor. Harry heard Snape walk away the man’s light footsteps disappearing down the corridor yet Harry couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes, lock in the moment of their first kiss. Harry could have sat there forever reliving the moment over and over again but the familiar roll of stone that signaled the gargoyle moving had Harry to his feet in an instant. Not bothering to wait around to find out who was coming down the stairs, Harry bolted heading for the great hall where dinner was in full swing.

Having first stopped by the Transfiguration classroom to get his bag, Harry ran the last few steps down to the great hall. However before he could go inside something caught his arm and he was being hauled behind a statue.

“Potter, got a present for you.” Harry sighed with relief as he recognized the blonde standing in front of him, part of him wondering if someone hadn’t seen him and Snape in the hallway. Harry nodded as Draco pulled out a brown paper bag from within his cloak and handed it to Harry. “There’s some more if you want them later but that’ll suffice for now I think.” Quickly Harry shoved the package into his bag and locked it with a simple charm. Draco smiled at Harry’s cautiousness as he stepped out into the hallway.

“Thanks.” Harry muttered as Draco turned to head into the hall before anyone could notice them.

“Pleasure.” Draco smiled over his shoulder as he disappeared into the chaos of the great hall at mealtime leaving Harry to wander in after him without attracting suspicion. As he sat down at the table and put his bag between his feet under the table Harry smiled to himself. It seemed he’d have plenty to do tonight.

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>

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