Death Eater Takes a Holiday
Sounds of passion
Chapter 14 Sounds of passion (*breaks in to song* "The hills are alive with the
sound of" … oh never mind.)
Severus woke from his slumber; he
had not been asleep long. He had laid beside Harry for a long time, watching
him sleep; he looked younger while he slept. Maybe it was the glasses. Even
with the glasses, Harry looked younger than his age. Sev wondered if Harry was
very mature for his age, or was it that he himself wasn't. Perhaps it was the
fact that he had no worries and Harry did. Severus then jotted down a note. He
had found a note from his older self in his pocket that read, "Find out
what happened the last time regarding Minerva." Sev had been adding
questions to the parchment ever since. They were all questions he didn't know
if his older self knew or not. The afternoon without Harry had given him a
chance to think, think about his life, about being a teacher. While he couldn't
remember much about his life, he hadn't expected a career in teaching. It made
sense, he enjoyed potions and hoped to have a career in potions, but he had
wanted more. Not just to teach. Mediocre potion makers were teachers. He wanted
to be a Master. Not that he felt teaching was beneath him, but he felt
disappointed in himself for not going all the way. Perhaps that would be a new
goal for him. What had happened in his life to keep him from achieving his
goal, and why is it that he could remember this goal, but not other details of
his life? Dumbledore's spell did not just wipe out his memory indiscriminately,
this was well thought out. Leave it to the old wizard to conveniently let him
remember only what Dumbledore wanted. Maybe he also wants me to consider my not
reaching my goal. Funny how he watched me like a hawk. I don't think he knew
Harry was gay when he set this thing up. Sev would have been insulted by the
lack of trust by the old man, but he knew better. Sev had been a randy
teenager. The moment he set eyes on Harry he wanted him, and Harry had been
frozen in place the moment he walked in. Sev knew in a heartbeat Harry was
checking him out. It could have been the mouth hanging open. He laughed at the
memory.
Harry had been so carefree that
first day. I felt a f a fresh cut of meat and I was only too happy to hand him
over the carving knife. Harry was hot and eager, but he did not allow Sev
everything that first few hours they shared as strangers. How much had changed
in a matter of a few days? Sev's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his
stomach rumbling. He glanced over at Harry. Picking up his hand, he turned it
slightly to get a better look at his watch. Almost time for dinner. He decided
to wake the sleeping sex god.
Harry was barely aware of the birds
chirping in the trees or even that he was spread out on the grass outside
Hogwarts. His awakening attention was focusing on the feeling of his hand being
held. And what was that? Was that a tongue sliding between his fingers? He let
out a sleepy moan as he felt the tongue now pulling his finger into a warm, wet
mouth. Harry opened his eyes to see his finger being sucked in and out of Sev's
smiling lips.
"Time to wake, Sleeping
Beauty."
Harry smiled, and then it occurred
to him what Sev called him. "How do you know about a muggle thing like
Sleeping Beauty?"
Sev snorted. "Are you kidding?
The wizarding community writes 98% of fairy tales. It's common knowledge among
wizards. A witch put a spell on Sleeping Beauty. A witch gave Snow White a
poisoned apple. Honestly, Harry, this is stuff you should have learned as a
child in history."
All of Harry's schooling prior to
Hogwarts had been muggle schools. Harry was suddenly reminded of something he
saw in Hermione's flyers for continuing education. He would have to take
another look at those.
Sev teased him, "Did you live
under a rock before you came here?"
Harry laughed, thinking about Sev's
comment, 'Under a rock, or under the stairs, same thing.' "I'm going to miss you," Harry
said softly as they walked.
Sev resisted the urge to hold
Harry's hand; they were getting too close to the front door. "Me too, I guess we'll have to make the
most of tomorrow."
"What do you mean tomorrow?
You're not going back till Monday right?" he asked pleadingly.
"No, sorry Harry, we go back
early Sunday morning. I guess we have to settle back in before starting back to
work again on Monday, preparing for classes and such."
Harry looked positively bewildered;
he’d thought he had more time. Sev could be back to normal and having him
expelled by Sunday noon. Well, maybe he wouldn't go that far. He'd have to
‘fess up to having sex with him to have reason for getting him roubrouble, and
that would put himself in jeopardy every bit as much as Harry. Severus did seem
as intent as Harry about making it work out, but that didn't account for the
rest of Severus' memories and feelings for Harry. Harry wondered if Sev would
be responsible for his actions, considering his state of mind.
If it really hit the fan,
Dumbledore would probably be most likely in the line of fire, either from
Severus or the Board, depending on how far it went. Harry didn't like to think
about such things, but he was going to be prepared for any possible outcome. He
had not run into this blindly, and while part of him couldn't stand the thought
of Sev leaving earlier than he expected, the other part of him knew he had
thinking to do, and some planning, if he was going to make it work out with the
Potions Master.
Once again the masses seemed to
congregate in the Great Hall after dinner. Harry agreed to play chess with
Filius while Ron played a rematch against McGonagall. Sev chuckled at Harry's
choice of colors. He had picked this particular board because the pieces on it
were more of a rowdy bunch than the rest. Harry was of the opinion that if he
couldn't take many pieces, he would at least do it with as much fun as
possible. Apparently the chess pieces had gotten to know the players after a
while. The white pieces on Filius' side stood looking smug and proud, as they
were confidant to be on the winning side, while Harry's pieces seemed to take
on reckless grins, ready for action. Of course the pieces just stood still as
any other set, but when they moveu cou could clearly see the differences.
Sev watched, Harry concentrated,
and Filius on the other hand, was very relaxed. As such a good player, he would
take on Harry as a leisurely game, a bit of a rest before his next game with
Ron or McGonagall. Harry didn't mind, playing against someone as good as Filius
could only improve his game. He wasn't a bad player, but the other three were
quite good.
After some time, Harry took his
first piece against Filius. The little chessman swung his weapon around in the
air several more times than necessary, for effect, and smashed the white rook
with a vengeance. In addition to the usual pieces of broken stone, there was a
pile of dust settling on the board where Filius rook once stood. Ron and
McGonagall looked up from their game to see the grin on Harry's face, along
with Filius' amusement.
Severus sat back and thought, 'No,
he was never ‘just Harry'.
"…Severus." It occurred
to him that Filius was talking to him, interrupting his thoughts of Harry.
"I said, did you figure it out yet?" Filius repeated. Sev nodded.
Harry looked at the two questioningly.
"Filius and I were discussing
our possible occupations the other day." Sev offered as explanation.
"You?" he asked of his fellow Professor. Filius nodded with a smile.
"Yes, I was fairly certain,
but then yesterday it was confirmed when I saw someone's homework with my notes
on the bottom, though I wasn't sure if it was Transfiguration or Charms before
that."
"I guess that takes care of
your first few guesses?" Harry was
surprised to see the little wizard blush. It seems that a few of their theories
were quite absurd, now that they knew the truth.
Severus was chuckling with Harry
and Filius when he noticed an owl swoop down towards them. The large bird
landed between Harry and Ron. Just as Harry took one of Filius' pawns, the
indignant owl puffed out his feathers and backed away from the dust cloud that
erupted from the chessboard, snubbing Harry while putting his leg out to Ron to
receive the letter. When Ron untied the letter, the owl ruffled his feathers to
remove any remaining dust and flew off. Harry rolled his eyes at the sight;
only Hermione could have an owl with such an attitude.
"Oi! Harry, It's from
Hermione. She's coming back early. She'll be here tomorrow," said Ron.
"Great, " Harry
exclaimed, taking the letter from his friend. It had both of their names on the
envelope. "She says she's looking forward to meeting you," he said,
looking to Filius and Severus.
"Us?" questioned Severus.
"I assume she is a student
here?" asked Filius.
"Top in our class," Harry
stated proudly of his friend.
Filius smiled. Now that he knew he
was a professor, it would be fun to see his best work, so to speak. He was
looking forward to meeting her.
Severus, on the other hand, while
interested in meeting a close friend of Harry's in person, couldn't help but be
a little wary. If she was that smart, she may pose a threat to his relationship
with Harry. Most of the students here were younger, hence a little clueless,
and Ron's reaction was what you could term guarded; Sev had no idea of what
Hermione would bring to the mix. Had Ron already filled her in on what Ron knew,
and how much does he know?
Harry watched Sev's expression
moving from interest to concern. A sad few chess moves later, the game was
finished. Filius waved his wand and the chess pieces were whole again, albeit
smaller than before. There was always a little dust that didn't make it back.
Harry thanked Filius for the game, and said good night.
"Sev, do you want to go see
Dobby?"
No, but if it means we could
leave without raising suspicion, "Sure." Harry smiled and said
goodnight to Ron, who was concentrating on his next move. He looked up just
enough for a quick 'see ya Harry', and they left.
Sev and Harry sat at a scrubbed
table in the kitchens, while Dobby ran off to get them some ice cream. Sev sat
thinking about Hermione, rubbing absentmindedly at his finger where a ring
would be if he'd been wearing one. Harry watched Sev; it was obvious he had
wanted to ask a question ever since they talked about Hermione coming. That was
why he took Sev out of the Great Hall; so they could talk. He couldn't help but
enjoy the expressions Sev showed on his face. The Severus he knew for years
would never show so much. Harry noticed whenever Sev had a question he'd been
rubbing at his finger. He thought back to Potions class and tried to envision
Snape in class. He long, slender fingers expertly stirring a potion. Yes, Harry
did remember a ring Severus wore. It was silver, with a black stone, fairly
nondescript. He made a mental note to watch Severus next week and see if he
still had the habit.
"Hermione knew I was your
teacher here when you iduceduced us in the fire, right?" and does she
know we shagged a few hours later? "Does she know we're…?"
"Shagging?" Harry
chuckled. "She may know whatever Ron knew the night she was in the fire,
but he wouldn't mention us in letters. After last summer, well we're very
careful about what we write," said Harry, thinking about his letter to
Sirius triggering the attack at Privet Drive, ending Sirius' life.
Dobby hurried into the room with a
tray of hot fudge sundaes, thus ending their conversion. Harry dipped his spoon
into the chocolate sauce, getting just the right amount of sauce, nuts and
cream on his spoon.
"I've never seen anyone enjoy
food as much as you. Well, Ron seems perpetually hungry, but you, you make
eating into an art form."
Harry smiled around his spoon.
"One of the best things about Hogwarts is the food," said Harry,
licking his spoon clean. "And when you spent as much time as I have in the
Infirmary, you learn to enjoy what little there is to do there."
Sev shook his head in amusement.
"Was that last summer?" inquired Sev.
"What?"
"The battleyouryour house, was
that when you were in the infirmary for a long time?"
"No, I, well I was in for
quite a while then, but I meant over the years in general. I've spent countless
days in there. Last month I was hit in the head with a bludger and spent two
weeks there. Dobby fixed me every food I could think of."
"A bludger, and you still want
to play professionally?" teased Sev, knowing full well that pros get hit
all the time.
"In my defense, there were
three bludgers out that day. Malfoy, he's a player for Slytherin team, had set
loose a third one straight for me."
"Where does he go to school
now?" asked Sev comically.
"Ha! Malfoy has about as much
a chance of being expelled as I do. It'll never happen. Besides I wasn't going
to tell on him; if he's kicked off the team, then I couldn't enjoy beating him
outright." Harry took another bite of his sundae, crunching on the
walnuts. "Mmmm, oh this is heaven," sighed Harry almost seductively.
Sev smirked. "You sound like
you’re having sex. Do you always make sounds like that when you eat?"
Harry laughed, careful not to spill
chocolate sauce from his mouth. "One time…" started Harry, but he had
to catch his breath from laughing mid-sentence. "Hermione came to visit me
in the infirmary and Dobby popped in and started to feed me a bowl of custard.
It was the first food I'd had in a while and it was the best custard,"
Harry broke off again, shakinglauglaughter at the memory of it.
Harry lay in bed with his arms
wrapped in bandages; Hermione sat in the chair by the bed, smiling at her
convalescing friend, while a happy little house elf sat on Harry's abdomen
feeding him custard with a long spoon.
"Honestly, Harry,"
said Hermione, shaking her head when he moaned.
"What?" he said
innocently. Hermione just blushed and shook her head again.
When the mediwitch heard the
'sounds of passion' she hurried over, yelling through the curtain, "Mr.
Potter, Miss Granger! I hardly think this is the place…" she paused
mid-rant when Hermione pulled the curtain back to give Pomfrey the full view of
Harry humming around the spoon in his mouth as the creature on his stomach fed
him as one would a toddler.
Harry wiped a tear away, "It
takes true talent to make Pomfrey blush."
Severus, now laughing, said
"You’re evil, Harry."
Harry nodded with a smile and a
gleam in his eye. "I was only trying to wind up Hermione; Pomfrey was an
added bonus."
Tbc