What the Devil Wants
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
38
Views:
46,078
Reviews:
352
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Currently Reading:
2
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The Bastard & I
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“…He gave me a detention!” Harry spoke aloud to no one as he stood staring at the closed door in front of him, his mouth hanging open in shock. “The bastard gave me a fucking detention!” Shock gave way to anger as the boy replayed the past five minutes he’d just spent in the potion professors’ company.
It was hours past curfew by the time Snape’s extra class had ended. For the past two weeks everyone had been actively doing their homework and the stories that stemmed from it were quite entertaining. Snape’s point of quality over quantity had been well made, and more than a few of the students had been relieved when their latest assignment was a mere essay on ‘attitudes to romance’ rather than any more physical assignments. Harry was surprised that Snape had included him in the discussion, even going out of his way to be almost sensitive to the boy’s situation, deliberately avoiding mentioning names and attributes like his & her. Harry had considered not even giving the man the ‘apologetic’ bottle of whisky but one stare from Draco told Harry not to reconsider it. So as the class ended, Harry had lingered back purposefully taking his time packing his things away, as he eyed Snape cautiously. It was a poor excuse, Harry had used to catch the elder wizards attention. It was easy to make up a nightmare he’d had of Voldemort, and Harry had been encouraged when Snape had taken him back to the professor’s private rooms again.
It had gone rather pear shaped from there.
Snape had lulled Harry into a false sense of security during the class, and as soon as Harry had produced the bottle of whisky from his bag the professors’ more familiar darkness swept in. Just as Draco had said, Harry said nothing as he’d handed the bottle to Snape but as he’d turned to leave the man’s voice had stopped him mid stride.
“A gift Potter? Or perhaps a confession?” Harry had glanced back over his shoulder in confused caution. Snape rolled the bottle around in his hand twice, Harry noting that the wizard paid close attention to the label, and the red ribbon around the bottle’s neck.
“Um.” Harry had hesitated not knowing what to say. According to Draco this was supposed to have been an easy drop and go thing, the message undoubtedly clear. However, as if to prove Harry’s theory right, the potion master was far less predictable than Draco gave him credit for being. “An apology for the other night.” Harry had winced at his own words, Draco had said to be subtle not down right dumb. Snape had made a strange expression then, and Harry had prepared himself for the worst. However in the flash of an eye Harry found himself dragged outside and into the corridor, Snape’s looming figure blocking the doorway, the bottle of whisky still in hand.
“Under-aged possession and consumption of alcohol is prohibited within this castle Mr. Potter. While you may think yourself above these rules, I still have a right to enforce them. 30 points from Gryfindor and detention with me tomorrow morning, 7 sharp.” With that the door had closed leaving Harry as he presently was staring in shock at the door.
“Fucking bastard.” Harry repeated for good measure as he turned irritably and began striding up the corridor determined to get back to his dorm in the Gryfindor tower so that he could curse Snape to the ends of the earth. However just as Harry had rounded the stairs leading up from the dungeons to the first floor, Harry ran into a familiar blonde haired Slytherin leaning against the banister of the stairs.
“Well Potter how did he take it?” Harry spared Draco’s appearance an extended glance. The blonde was dressed in black silk pyjama pants that clung where they touched, a pair of soft leather slip-on shoes and ensconced in a matching silk black dressing gown that was barely held together by it’s silk tie.
“He gave me a fucking detention for possession of alcohol! I thought you said it would get me into his good books? Fat load of good it did.” Harry barked as he continued to walk past Draco, trying to ignore the reason why Draco was out wandering the halls at this time of night, in only a silk robe and pants.
“A detention?” Draco paused but continued quickly. “Better than I expected.” Harry froze and spun around on the steps to glare at Draco. The blonde was sporting his very familiar, smug Slytherin smile of satisfaction. It took only a second for Harry to realize he’d been set up and the anger of his detention fired a new.
“You knew he’d give me a detention, you bloody set me up!” Harry snapped as he bounded down the steps to press intimidating close to Draco in a threatening gesture. Draco wasn’t in the slightest moved by Harry’s threat and instead simply pushed Harry away from him and shrugged his shoulders.
“The situation called for sacrifices Potter, the more time you spend in his company alone the better acquainted you’ll become with him. Besides that was genuinely his favorite whisky.” With a casual sniff of indifference Draco turned and continued his path to the bottom of the stairs, from where Harry had come up only moments before. Harry eyed the blonde dubiously.
“I’ve had five years of fucking detentions Malfoy and I can assure you they’ve certainly not served to get us ‘better acquainted’. And in future, I don’t need any help in getting detentions, I can manage that all on my own.” Harry grumped causing Draco to chuckle and pause at the bottom of the steps.
“Point well noted Potter.” Draco laughed smugly as he glanced towards the corridor to the dungeons then back up at Harry. “Incidentally Potter, what time’s your detention?”
“Seven tomorrow morning.” Harry barked as he glanced at his watch, the hands mockingly reading 4.30am already. Harry glanced back to Draco from his timepiece, to catch a glimpse of a strange expression passing over the blonde’s face.
“Seven?” Draco confirmed his voice losing it’s smugness, in favor of something Harry could only identify as surprise.
“Yeah, seven o’clock today in fact, so if it’s okay with you I’m going to bed to at least get a couple of hours sleep before I’m forced into confinement with your ‘intended.” Harry knew his parting words were acid to Draco, but the boy couldn’t resist the barb especially when he was so irritated and confused by Draco’s manipulations. “See you later.” Harry threw over his shoulder as he continued up the stairs towards Gryfindor tower, too far away to hear Draco’s parting words.
“Which will be sooner than you think Potter….”
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TBC>>>>>>>
“…He gave me a detention!” Harry spoke aloud to no one as he stood staring at the closed door in front of him, his mouth hanging open in shock. “The bastard gave me a fucking detention!” Shock gave way to anger as the boy replayed the past five minutes he’d just spent in the potion professors’ company.
It was hours past curfew by the time Snape’s extra class had ended. For the past two weeks everyone had been actively doing their homework and the stories that stemmed from it were quite entertaining. Snape’s point of quality over quantity had been well made, and more than a few of the students had been relieved when their latest assignment was a mere essay on ‘attitudes to romance’ rather than any more physical assignments. Harry was surprised that Snape had included him in the discussion, even going out of his way to be almost sensitive to the boy’s situation, deliberately avoiding mentioning names and attributes like his & her. Harry had considered not even giving the man the ‘apologetic’ bottle of whisky but one stare from Draco told Harry not to reconsider it. So as the class ended, Harry had lingered back purposefully taking his time packing his things away, as he eyed Snape cautiously. It was a poor excuse, Harry had used to catch the elder wizards attention. It was easy to make up a nightmare he’d had of Voldemort, and Harry had been encouraged when Snape had taken him back to the professor’s private rooms again.
It had gone rather pear shaped from there.
Snape had lulled Harry into a false sense of security during the class, and as soon as Harry had produced the bottle of whisky from his bag the professors’ more familiar darkness swept in. Just as Draco had said, Harry said nothing as he’d handed the bottle to Snape but as he’d turned to leave the man’s voice had stopped him mid stride.
“A gift Potter? Or perhaps a confession?” Harry had glanced back over his shoulder in confused caution. Snape rolled the bottle around in his hand twice, Harry noting that the wizard paid close attention to the label, and the red ribbon around the bottle’s neck.
“Um.” Harry had hesitated not knowing what to say. According to Draco this was supposed to have been an easy drop and go thing, the message undoubtedly clear. However, as if to prove Harry’s theory right, the potion master was far less predictable than Draco gave him credit for being. “An apology for the other night.” Harry had winced at his own words, Draco had said to be subtle not down right dumb. Snape had made a strange expression then, and Harry had prepared himself for the worst. However in the flash of an eye Harry found himself dragged outside and into the corridor, Snape’s looming figure blocking the doorway, the bottle of whisky still in hand.
“Under-aged possession and consumption of alcohol is prohibited within this castle Mr. Potter. While you may think yourself above these rules, I still have a right to enforce them. 30 points from Gryfindor and detention with me tomorrow morning, 7 sharp.” With that the door had closed leaving Harry as he presently was staring in shock at the door.
“Fucking bastard.” Harry repeated for good measure as he turned irritably and began striding up the corridor determined to get back to his dorm in the Gryfindor tower so that he could curse Snape to the ends of the earth. However just as Harry had rounded the stairs leading up from the dungeons to the first floor, Harry ran into a familiar blonde haired Slytherin leaning against the banister of the stairs.
“Well Potter how did he take it?” Harry spared Draco’s appearance an extended glance. The blonde was dressed in black silk pyjama pants that clung where they touched, a pair of soft leather slip-on shoes and ensconced in a matching silk black dressing gown that was barely held together by it’s silk tie.
“He gave me a fucking detention for possession of alcohol! I thought you said it would get me into his good books? Fat load of good it did.” Harry barked as he continued to walk past Draco, trying to ignore the reason why Draco was out wandering the halls at this time of night, in only a silk robe and pants.
“A detention?” Draco paused but continued quickly. “Better than I expected.” Harry froze and spun around on the steps to glare at Draco. The blonde was sporting his very familiar, smug Slytherin smile of satisfaction. It took only a second for Harry to realize he’d been set up and the anger of his detention fired a new.
“You knew he’d give me a detention, you bloody set me up!” Harry snapped as he bounded down the steps to press intimidating close to Draco in a threatening gesture. Draco wasn’t in the slightest moved by Harry’s threat and instead simply pushed Harry away from him and shrugged his shoulders.
“The situation called for sacrifices Potter, the more time you spend in his company alone the better acquainted you’ll become with him. Besides that was genuinely his favorite whisky.” With a casual sniff of indifference Draco turned and continued his path to the bottom of the stairs, from where Harry had come up only moments before. Harry eyed the blonde dubiously.
“I’ve had five years of fucking detentions Malfoy and I can assure you they’ve certainly not served to get us ‘better acquainted’. And in future, I don’t need any help in getting detentions, I can manage that all on my own.” Harry grumped causing Draco to chuckle and pause at the bottom of the steps.
“Point well noted Potter.” Draco laughed smugly as he glanced towards the corridor to the dungeons then back up at Harry. “Incidentally Potter, what time’s your detention?”
“Seven tomorrow morning.” Harry barked as he glanced at his watch, the hands mockingly reading 4.30am already. Harry glanced back to Draco from his timepiece, to catch a glimpse of a strange expression passing over the blonde’s face.
“Seven?” Draco confirmed his voice losing it’s smugness, in favor of something Harry could only identify as surprise.
“Yeah, seven o’clock today in fact, so if it’s okay with you I’m going to bed to at least get a couple of hours sleep before I’m forced into confinement with your ‘intended.” Harry knew his parting words were acid to Draco, but the boy couldn’t resist the barb especially when he was so irritated and confused by Draco’s manipulations. “See you later.” Harry threw over his shoulder as he continued up the stairs towards Gryfindor tower, too far away to hear Draco’s parting words.
“Which will be sooner than you think Potter….”
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TBC>>>>>>>