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Convenient Hole
CHAPTER 14
Harry stared at the trunk sitting at the end of the dusty, unused single bed. Snape was busily rustling through the boxes looking for items he could possibly make use of. Draco had inherited a lot of Lucius’ things, dark objects, books and items that had the Ministry found them would have burnt them to cinders. Harry was irritated. The news that Lucius Malfoy was still alive grated on his nerves more so than he would have imagined. In his guilt over Draco, Harry had pushed aside the other feelings he’d felt when Lucius had supposedly died. He’d repressed them knowing it had been wrong to think such things. Now though with the guilt gone Harry let the thoughts run free. The blonde had deserved to die, had deserved the painful agony of organ liquefaction as the Cruatius curse wrapped its tentacles around his chest. Unaware he was doing it Harry smiled in sick delight as he remembered the screams of the man, despite them now being proved false.
“Potter!” Harry snapped his head up immediately as Snape shouted in his face. The sick grin fell instantly from Harry’s face as Snape stared at him with the cool disregard he used in his previous occupation as Potions Professor. “You shouldn’t think such nasty thoughts where a skilled occlument can easily read them.” Harry glared at Snape darkly but made a point of not answering his comment and instead turned around on the end of the bed so that his back was to the man. For saying not a day ago Severus had been almost dying he had rapidly gained his sharp, cold persona back. Not that it wasn’t welcome to Harry. Harry knew how to handle the old Snape, knew how to speak to him and how to act. A weak and vulnerable Snape was out of Harry’s comfort zone and it had upset him more than he’d shown. “You’re being childish Potter, the silent treatment will have no affect on me what so ever. In fact I ultimately prefer you when you don’t open your mouth.”
“I’ll fight for you.” Harry muttered bitterly having pointedly ignored Snape’s insult. Snape scoffed in amusement at Harry’s comment as he laid a few items out onto the lid of the trunk.
“Shall I get the dueling pistols and swords?” Snape laughed as he put aside another of Draco’s storage boxes.
“I’m serious he can’t have you back.” Harry snapped, rapidly losing his temper with Snape’s blasé attitude to the entire situation between he and Lucius. Severus put down the box he’d grabbed from another of the piles and strode over to where Harry was sat on the edge of the bed.
“You forget Potter, Lucius Malfoy never wanted me in the first place.” Harry knew it was a bad idea to bring up the past, especially with such a sensitive topic as this but Harry was mad, and he’d been through too much to just surrender to sodding Lucius Malfoy. “Besides I don’t wish to be owned by a Malfoy, I appear to have enough on my hands being owned by a Potter!” Angrily Snape reached around Harry and opened the small window to let some fresh air inside. The room was musty and was thick with dust a sure sign Draco never used it.
“I don’t own you.” Harry grumped as he eyed Snape cautiously.
“Well then stop acting like it and stop reliving Lucius Malfoy’s death in glorious detail over and over again it’s giving me a headache.” Snape rubbed his temple soothingly as he sat down on the single bed. The springs creaked ominously and the mattress practically collapsed in the middle sending both Harry and Snape in towards one another at awkward angles.
“Then get out of my head.” Harry barked as he pushed Snape away from him as he struggled to right himself on the collapsing mattress.
“Push me out.” Snape challenged darkly knowing that the one skill that Harry Potter had never mastered despite all his tutoring was Occlumency.
“Fuck off, you know I can’t.” Gritting his teeth Harry tried to focus his energies into expelling Snape from his mind but it was hopeless Snape was just too good. For a moment Snape access to some of Harry’s most recent memories before abruptly he pulled out and stood up sharply from the bed.
“You enjoyed it.” Snape’s voice had lowered dangerously his eyes wearily meeting Harry’s to ensure the red, embers hadn’t returned. Harry knew the specific memory Snape was referring to, and the repressed emotions attached to it. A twist of a smile tugged at the corner of Harry’s lips as he met Snape’s gaze unashamed.
“Yeah, I enjoyed it. You were mine and he should never have touched you.” Harry’s own voice had changed its low hiss deepening to a familiar tone Snape knew far to well.
“Harry, fight it.” Snape took several steps backwards and aimed his wand squarely at the boy’s chest as Harry rose from the bed and cracked his neck to the side as a wicked smile spread across his face and his eyes blinked into redness. “Why should I, it’s pointless when he’s a part of me, and I a part of him…” Before Harry could say anymore Snape had sent the Cruiatius Curse at him. It was a painful way of knocking Harry into submission but necessary. Harry fell to the floor in a crumpled heap, his body heaving and writhing in silent agony as Snape extended the Cruatius Curse long enough for the red embers to leave Harry’s eyes and for the emerald green to return to normal. Ending the curse with a flick of his wand Snape watched as Harry curled up on his side, coughing and wheezing in agonizing pain.
“Bastard.” Harry gritted out from between his clenched teeth as Snape knelt down beside him and brushed a cool palm over his heated, sweaty forehead.
“I’m protecting myself Harry.” Snape helped Harry up from the floor and laid him shaking out on the useless bed. Summoning a glass of water from the kitchens Snape gently eased a little fluid into Harry’s mouth hoping that it eased the boy’s cramp. Sitting on the bed beside the young wizard Snape slowly ran his fingers through the boys’ unruly hair, tracing the long faded scar that had once marred his pale features.
“Did you love him?” Harry whispered the question he’d run through his head for the past two years finally making it past his lips. Snape closed his eyes momentarily his fingers still stroking through Harry’s hair.
“No, it just seemed like the most convenient source of sex at the time.” Snape opened his eyes and smiled distantly down at Harry who seemed almost pleased with Snape’s answer.
“Am I just a convenient hole?” Harry wondered what the answer would be this time. In their strange understanding they’d never talked about what it was that had conspired between them. It was understood that neither spoke of it and outside their little world their ‘understanding’ didn’t exist.
“Convenient hole?” Snape smiled sideways and rolled his eyes. “No, you’re too much trouble to be just a convenient hole. No I think of you as big fucking pain in the arse.” Snape smiled as he stood up from the bed and made his way over to the door, having heard Draco rustling about downstairs. By now the blonde had probably shut up and it was way past dinner time.
”But I’ll always be second best to him.” Harry muttered a little too bitterly for Snape not to ignore it. Glancing back over his shoulder Snape stared at Harry silently.
”He’s my son Harry, born of my body, of my blood and my only heir. Not even our strange twisted relationship will ever come between that.” With a snarl Snape turned to leave but before he could Draco appeared in the doorway and strange serious expression on his face.
“You’ve got a visitor.” Draco muttered darkly as he glanced past Snape to where Harry was still lying on the bed recovering for his round with an unforgivable.
“Who?” Snape snapped sharply before Harry could get a word in.
“Mr. Neville Longbottom…”
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
A/N *Dusts hands off in satisfaction* There, see not cliffies....well okay maybe just a small one...Alright enough for today I'll post more tomorrow. I know some of you are confused about things but all will make sence. All you have to know at the Moment is that Draco is the prodigal son of Lucius Malfoy and our delicious Severus Snape. Thank-you sooo much to everyone who reviewed and thanks for the tips on italics, it's really helped. Hope you're enjoying reading and stick around for some nasty, nasty Harry in the next few chapters. The boy is losing control...
Cheers
RIFFRAFF
Harry stared at the trunk sitting at the end of the dusty, unused single bed. Snape was busily rustling through the boxes looking for items he could possibly make use of. Draco had inherited a lot of Lucius’ things, dark objects, books and items that had the Ministry found them would have burnt them to cinders. Harry was irritated. The news that Lucius Malfoy was still alive grated on his nerves more so than he would have imagined. In his guilt over Draco, Harry had pushed aside the other feelings he’d felt when Lucius had supposedly died. He’d repressed them knowing it had been wrong to think such things. Now though with the guilt gone Harry let the thoughts run free. The blonde had deserved to die, had deserved the painful agony of organ liquefaction as the Cruatius curse wrapped its tentacles around his chest. Unaware he was doing it Harry smiled in sick delight as he remembered the screams of the man, despite them now being proved false.
“Potter!” Harry snapped his head up immediately as Snape shouted in his face. The sick grin fell instantly from Harry’s face as Snape stared at him with the cool disregard he used in his previous occupation as Potions Professor. “You shouldn’t think such nasty thoughts where a skilled occlument can easily read them.” Harry glared at Snape darkly but made a point of not answering his comment and instead turned around on the end of the bed so that his back was to the man. For saying not a day ago Severus had been almost dying he had rapidly gained his sharp, cold persona back. Not that it wasn’t welcome to Harry. Harry knew how to handle the old Snape, knew how to speak to him and how to act. A weak and vulnerable Snape was out of Harry’s comfort zone and it had upset him more than he’d shown. “You’re being childish Potter, the silent treatment will have no affect on me what so ever. In fact I ultimately prefer you when you don’t open your mouth.”
“I’ll fight for you.” Harry muttered bitterly having pointedly ignored Snape’s insult. Snape scoffed in amusement at Harry’s comment as he laid a few items out onto the lid of the trunk.
“Shall I get the dueling pistols and swords?” Snape laughed as he put aside another of Draco’s storage boxes.
“I’m serious he can’t have you back.” Harry snapped, rapidly losing his temper with Snape’s blasé attitude to the entire situation between he and Lucius. Severus put down the box he’d grabbed from another of the piles and strode over to where Harry was sat on the edge of the bed.
“You forget Potter, Lucius Malfoy never wanted me in the first place.” Harry knew it was a bad idea to bring up the past, especially with such a sensitive topic as this but Harry was mad, and he’d been through too much to just surrender to sodding Lucius Malfoy. “Besides I don’t wish to be owned by a Malfoy, I appear to have enough on my hands being owned by a Potter!” Angrily Snape reached around Harry and opened the small window to let some fresh air inside. The room was musty and was thick with dust a sure sign Draco never used it.
“I don’t own you.” Harry grumped as he eyed Snape cautiously.
“Well then stop acting like it and stop reliving Lucius Malfoy’s death in glorious detail over and over again it’s giving me a headache.” Snape rubbed his temple soothingly as he sat down on the single bed. The springs creaked ominously and the mattress practically collapsed in the middle sending both Harry and Snape in towards one another at awkward angles.
“Then get out of my head.” Harry barked as he pushed Snape away from him as he struggled to right himself on the collapsing mattress.
“Push me out.” Snape challenged darkly knowing that the one skill that Harry Potter had never mastered despite all his tutoring was Occlumency.
“Fuck off, you know I can’t.” Gritting his teeth Harry tried to focus his energies into expelling Snape from his mind but it was hopeless Snape was just too good. For a moment Snape access to some of Harry’s most recent memories before abruptly he pulled out and stood up sharply from the bed.
“You enjoyed it.” Snape’s voice had lowered dangerously his eyes wearily meeting Harry’s to ensure the red, embers hadn’t returned. Harry knew the specific memory Snape was referring to, and the repressed emotions attached to it. A twist of a smile tugged at the corner of Harry’s lips as he met Snape’s gaze unashamed.
“Yeah, I enjoyed it. You were mine and he should never have touched you.” Harry’s own voice had changed its low hiss deepening to a familiar tone Snape knew far to well.
“Harry, fight it.” Snape took several steps backwards and aimed his wand squarely at the boy’s chest as Harry rose from the bed and cracked his neck to the side as a wicked smile spread across his face and his eyes blinked into redness. “Why should I, it’s pointless when he’s a part of me, and I a part of him…” Before Harry could say anymore Snape had sent the Cruiatius Curse at him. It was a painful way of knocking Harry into submission but necessary. Harry fell to the floor in a crumpled heap, his body heaving and writhing in silent agony as Snape extended the Cruatius Curse long enough for the red embers to leave Harry’s eyes and for the emerald green to return to normal. Ending the curse with a flick of his wand Snape watched as Harry curled up on his side, coughing and wheezing in agonizing pain.
“Bastard.” Harry gritted out from between his clenched teeth as Snape knelt down beside him and brushed a cool palm over his heated, sweaty forehead.
“I’m protecting myself Harry.” Snape helped Harry up from the floor and laid him shaking out on the useless bed. Summoning a glass of water from the kitchens Snape gently eased a little fluid into Harry’s mouth hoping that it eased the boy’s cramp. Sitting on the bed beside the young wizard Snape slowly ran his fingers through the boys’ unruly hair, tracing the long faded scar that had once marred his pale features.
“Did you love him?” Harry whispered the question he’d run through his head for the past two years finally making it past his lips. Snape closed his eyes momentarily his fingers still stroking through Harry’s hair.
“No, it just seemed like the most convenient source of sex at the time.” Snape opened his eyes and smiled distantly down at Harry who seemed almost pleased with Snape’s answer.
“Am I just a convenient hole?” Harry wondered what the answer would be this time. In their strange understanding they’d never talked about what it was that had conspired between them. It was understood that neither spoke of it and outside their little world their ‘understanding’ didn’t exist.
“Convenient hole?” Snape smiled sideways and rolled his eyes. “No, you’re too much trouble to be just a convenient hole. No I think of you as big fucking pain in the arse.” Snape smiled as he stood up from the bed and made his way over to the door, having heard Draco rustling about downstairs. By now the blonde had probably shut up and it was way past dinner time.
”But I’ll always be second best to him.” Harry muttered a little too bitterly for Snape not to ignore it. Glancing back over his shoulder Snape stared at Harry silently.
”He’s my son Harry, born of my body, of my blood and my only heir. Not even our strange twisted relationship will ever come between that.” With a snarl Snape turned to leave but before he could Draco appeared in the doorway and strange serious expression on his face.
“You’ve got a visitor.” Draco muttered darkly as he glanced past Snape to where Harry was still lying on the bed recovering for his round with an unforgivable.
“Who?” Snape snapped sharply before Harry could get a word in.
“Mr. Neville Longbottom…”
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
A/N *Dusts hands off in satisfaction* There, see not cliffies....well okay maybe just a small one...Alright enough for today I'll post more tomorrow. I know some of you are confused about things but all will make sence. All you have to know at the Moment is that Draco is the prodigal son of Lucius Malfoy and our delicious Severus Snape. Thank-you sooo much to everyone who reviewed and thanks for the tips on italics, it's really helped. Hope you're enjoying reading and stick around for some nasty, nasty Harry in the next few chapters. The boy is losing control...
Cheers
RIFFRAFF