What the Devil Wants
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
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38
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46,079
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Power Games
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Harry yawned loudly as he stepped out of the portrait hole and snuggled down into the warmth of his Weasley made jumper. No one should have to be up this early on a Sunday, especially to be attending a detention with of all people Severus Snape. Harry had had little sleep all night, concerned that Draco seemed to have an agenda of his own, and was two steps ahead of Harry who’d yet to work out what was going on. Sure Draco’s story about being a ‘promised child’ had checked out. Harry had had, Hermione do some research into the subject when the agreement had first been made, but there was something else niggling at Harry. The entire situation was too straight forward, too over simplistic for such a complex issue. However Harry was still in the dark and despite the feeling of nervous caution he had, there was nothing else he could go on. There was no backing out however worrying the feeling, he was in a catch 22, and unfortunately Draco still had the upper hand.
Shivering in the cold corridors Harry made his way back down to the dungeons he’d left only hours before. Not really knowing where his detention was going to be Harry stopped by Snape’s classroom and office, gingerly poking his head inside to see if the professor was there. The classroom and office were empty however and so the logical but slightly concerning shift was to the professor’s private rooms. Having only been there twice Harry gingerly took each corridor through Slytherin territory until he came to the familiar door. Taking a deep steadying breath Harry raised his fist and knocked twice rather tentatively on the door. To his surprise the door swung open immediately. This was certainly not a good sign. No self-respecting, powerfully feared wizard would leave his door unwarded, unlocked and unprotected. Harry hesitated to move but despite the shiver of warning that swept up his spine, Harry’s inquisitiveness got the better of him. Stepping inside Harry cautiously glanced around, and saw no signs of life. It was on the second sweep of the lounge room however that movement caught his eye, before a very familiar face appeared in an archway leading from the lounge.
“Tea Potter?” Draco beamed smugly as flicked his wand and a house elf appeared, with a silver tray of tea, toast and scrambled eggs. Harry was shocked, but recovered nicely as his wide eyes narrowed to glare at Draco dubiously. Still smiling the blonde blew off the glare and merely wandered over to Snape’s armchair by the fire and sat down after helping himself to a cup of the steaming liquid from the tray. “You might as well have a seat Potter, I made sure he’d had enough to drink last night that he’ll still be asleep long after you’ve left.”
“Is this all part of your fucked up plan? Because I was under the impression the idea was for him not to know about it?” Harry sat himself down on the barely used couch and helped himself to a piece of toast. Draco sipped from his teacup his eyes never leaving Harry.
“Indeed it is, thus your ill timed detention might have been disastrous had you walked in on us. Severus isn’t usually one to forget our weekly engagements, but your apology gift last night must have shaken him more than I bargained for, thus he forgot that he and I already had a date this morning.” Draco shrugged flippantly, his indifference to whether Snape forgot or remembered their dates showing clearly.
“Was he any good?” Harry spat bitterly as he poured himself a cup of tea, still unsettled that knowing a few meters away Snape lay sleeping or unconscious, while he and Draco ate breakfast in his lounge room. Draco raised a curiously eyebrow at Harry’s question but made no comment, except to reply.
“I don’t know, he didn’t get it in. Sprayed it all over the bed sheets and passed out before I’d even gotten into bed.” Draco again shrugged as he finished his tea, and helped himself to some scrambled eggs.
“Nice imagery.” Harry muttered around a mouthful of a toast, his mind vividly supplying the images of just what Snape would look like in the throws of passion.
“Thought you’d like it.” Draco replied beneath his breath.
“What?”
“Nothing.” Draco spoke up, silently smiling to himself as he watched Harry finish his toast. “I thought we’d use this time to discuss some tactics.” Draco continued ignoring the sound of Snape turning in his sleep in the other room. Harry was nervous; Snape would slaughter him if he woke up to find him, as an uninvited guest in his ‘private’ rooms. “I was thinking that you should sign up for remedial potion tutorials…”
“Think again…” Harry interrupted Draco sharply as he huffed in contempt. “First things first, I want some explanation of why me?” If Harry was going to die spectacularly for being in Snape’s rooms, the least he could have done was to use his last hour alive wisely to get some answers. Draco smiled around the rim of his teacup as he helped himself to a refill.
“A wise snake once said, ‘seize every opportunity as it arises, so you can still be around when the next one comes.’” Draco’s upper lip twitched in amusement as Harry huffed in disgust at the typically Slytherin message of ‘self preservation’. “As for why you? You came to me remember. Besides out of the possible candidates in this ‘school’ you’ve already proven that you can at least hold Snape’s attentions for more than just the fleeting sneer he shows to everyone else.”
“Yeah, his attention in a bad way. There’s not an ounce of friendship between us, he barely even tolerates my existence.” Harry snapped still not convinced that Draco was entirely being honest. No that that, didn’t surprise Harry, Slytherin’s weren’t renowned for their truthfulness.
“Attention is attention Potter, what kind is irrelevant. The fact that he seeks it out specifically in you is what matters.” Harry pursed his lips together tightly as he considered Draco’s reasoning. Despite trying to pick fault Harry had to agree with the blonde. Snape did pay him an extra ordinary amount of attention, even if it was only to make his life miserable. Harry had always assumed he was being singled out because of his father, but now he wasn’t quite so sure. “Then of course there’s your willingness to go along with it.”
“My willingness!” Harry barked sharply as Draco continued to smile, like he knew a secret Harry didn’t. “You’re blackmailing me!”
“Blackmail is a strong word Potter. Malfoy’s negotiate not blackmail.” Draco looked mildly affronted that Harry had accused him of blackmail but Harry knew it was a false expression, as he watched Draco’s eyes twinkle dangerously. “Besides I think you’re enjoying this. A little elicit excitement other than the usual seems to be doing wonders for your temperament.”
“Piss off Draco.” Harry muttered knowing very well that he was being mocked.
“There is no shame in liking him Potter.” Draco continued in the business like, matter-of-fact voice he’d been using since their meeting had begun in Snape’s lounge. “He’s not the most attractive of wizards but let’s be blunt here…a man with power has a unique attractiveness all of his own.” Draco’s eyebrow rose in knowing question, the hint of a Slytherin smile twitching at the corner of his lips. Harry’s gaze narrowed dangerously.
Draco knew.
Reality sliced through Harry like a knife as he put aside his teacup, and glared at Draco angrily.
“You set me up.” Harry spat out coldly. Draco chuckled dryly in amusement, the dangerously dark flicker in his eyes catching the light.
“I warned you Potter, that I do nothing that does not benefit me in someway. Snape will only give his attention to those he deems worthy enough. With me he’s obligated to pay me the minimum of attention due to his contract with my father, but with you it’s something entirely different. He’s drawn to you, to your presence. Perhaps that’s what my father thought would happen between myself and Snape, so he got in early to secure the alliance. I guess I’m a disappointment but who knows how my father’s mind works? All I know is that you are the one to get me out of this situation, and I just took the opportunity when it arose.” Draco beamed widely as he sat back in Snape’s armchair looking far too smug for someone who was coming up with a plan, on the spur of the moment.
“How long have you been thinking this through?” Harry bit darkly watching Draco’s facial expressions closely for any signs of deceit.
“Since I first noticed his interest in you. Snape may take instructions for the dark lord, but he has his own way of interpreting them.” Harry frowned in confusion and was about to question Draco again when there was a rustling of bed covers and clothes from the other room. Hastily Draco stood up, with a concise flick of his wand Draco banished the breakfast dishes and gestured to the door that flew open immediately.
“Get out, before he comes in.” Harry didn’t need to be told twice and turning on his heel sprinted out of the room and back up the corridor leading back to the main foyer of the castle. Despite the hour Harry had just spent talking with Draco, the boy had solved none of his previous questions and had instead only created more. Something else was still going on, but at least Harry had a little background to work with now…
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TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
A/N Well that should do for the time being I think, thanks to those taking the time to review but alas you thought you would have all learned by now never to predict the sick mind of Riffraff.....you tread a deadly line when you do.
Anyway's thanks for everyone's support and keep reading, the juicy stuff is just around the corner....*BOO*
Cheers
RIFFRAFF
Harry yawned loudly as he stepped out of the portrait hole and snuggled down into the warmth of his Weasley made jumper. No one should have to be up this early on a Sunday, especially to be attending a detention with of all people Severus Snape. Harry had had little sleep all night, concerned that Draco seemed to have an agenda of his own, and was two steps ahead of Harry who’d yet to work out what was going on. Sure Draco’s story about being a ‘promised child’ had checked out. Harry had had, Hermione do some research into the subject when the agreement had first been made, but there was something else niggling at Harry. The entire situation was too straight forward, too over simplistic for such a complex issue. However Harry was still in the dark and despite the feeling of nervous caution he had, there was nothing else he could go on. There was no backing out however worrying the feeling, he was in a catch 22, and unfortunately Draco still had the upper hand.
Shivering in the cold corridors Harry made his way back down to the dungeons he’d left only hours before. Not really knowing where his detention was going to be Harry stopped by Snape’s classroom and office, gingerly poking his head inside to see if the professor was there. The classroom and office were empty however and so the logical but slightly concerning shift was to the professor’s private rooms. Having only been there twice Harry gingerly took each corridor through Slytherin territory until he came to the familiar door. Taking a deep steadying breath Harry raised his fist and knocked twice rather tentatively on the door. To his surprise the door swung open immediately. This was certainly not a good sign. No self-respecting, powerfully feared wizard would leave his door unwarded, unlocked and unprotected. Harry hesitated to move but despite the shiver of warning that swept up his spine, Harry’s inquisitiveness got the better of him. Stepping inside Harry cautiously glanced around, and saw no signs of life. It was on the second sweep of the lounge room however that movement caught his eye, before a very familiar face appeared in an archway leading from the lounge.
“Tea Potter?” Draco beamed smugly as flicked his wand and a house elf appeared, with a silver tray of tea, toast and scrambled eggs. Harry was shocked, but recovered nicely as his wide eyes narrowed to glare at Draco dubiously. Still smiling the blonde blew off the glare and merely wandered over to Snape’s armchair by the fire and sat down after helping himself to a cup of the steaming liquid from the tray. “You might as well have a seat Potter, I made sure he’d had enough to drink last night that he’ll still be asleep long after you’ve left.”
“Is this all part of your fucked up plan? Because I was under the impression the idea was for him not to know about it?” Harry sat himself down on the barely used couch and helped himself to a piece of toast. Draco sipped from his teacup his eyes never leaving Harry.
“Indeed it is, thus your ill timed detention might have been disastrous had you walked in on us. Severus isn’t usually one to forget our weekly engagements, but your apology gift last night must have shaken him more than I bargained for, thus he forgot that he and I already had a date this morning.” Draco shrugged flippantly, his indifference to whether Snape forgot or remembered their dates showing clearly.
“Was he any good?” Harry spat bitterly as he poured himself a cup of tea, still unsettled that knowing a few meters away Snape lay sleeping or unconscious, while he and Draco ate breakfast in his lounge room. Draco raised a curiously eyebrow at Harry’s question but made no comment, except to reply.
“I don’t know, he didn’t get it in. Sprayed it all over the bed sheets and passed out before I’d even gotten into bed.” Draco again shrugged as he finished his tea, and helped himself to some scrambled eggs.
“Nice imagery.” Harry muttered around a mouthful of a toast, his mind vividly supplying the images of just what Snape would look like in the throws of passion.
“Thought you’d like it.” Draco replied beneath his breath.
“What?”
“Nothing.” Draco spoke up, silently smiling to himself as he watched Harry finish his toast. “I thought we’d use this time to discuss some tactics.” Draco continued ignoring the sound of Snape turning in his sleep in the other room. Harry was nervous; Snape would slaughter him if he woke up to find him, as an uninvited guest in his ‘private’ rooms. “I was thinking that you should sign up for remedial potion tutorials…”
“Think again…” Harry interrupted Draco sharply as he huffed in contempt. “First things first, I want some explanation of why me?” If Harry was going to die spectacularly for being in Snape’s rooms, the least he could have done was to use his last hour alive wisely to get some answers. Draco smiled around the rim of his teacup as he helped himself to a refill.
“A wise snake once said, ‘seize every opportunity as it arises, so you can still be around when the next one comes.’” Draco’s upper lip twitched in amusement as Harry huffed in disgust at the typically Slytherin message of ‘self preservation’. “As for why you? You came to me remember. Besides out of the possible candidates in this ‘school’ you’ve already proven that you can at least hold Snape’s attentions for more than just the fleeting sneer he shows to everyone else.”
“Yeah, his attention in a bad way. There’s not an ounce of friendship between us, he barely even tolerates my existence.” Harry snapped still not convinced that Draco was entirely being honest. No that that, didn’t surprise Harry, Slytherin’s weren’t renowned for their truthfulness.
“Attention is attention Potter, what kind is irrelevant. The fact that he seeks it out specifically in you is what matters.” Harry pursed his lips together tightly as he considered Draco’s reasoning. Despite trying to pick fault Harry had to agree with the blonde. Snape did pay him an extra ordinary amount of attention, even if it was only to make his life miserable. Harry had always assumed he was being singled out because of his father, but now he wasn’t quite so sure. “Then of course there’s your willingness to go along with it.”
“My willingness!” Harry barked sharply as Draco continued to smile, like he knew a secret Harry didn’t. “You’re blackmailing me!”
“Blackmail is a strong word Potter. Malfoy’s negotiate not blackmail.” Draco looked mildly affronted that Harry had accused him of blackmail but Harry knew it was a false expression, as he watched Draco’s eyes twinkle dangerously. “Besides I think you’re enjoying this. A little elicit excitement other than the usual seems to be doing wonders for your temperament.”
“Piss off Draco.” Harry muttered knowing very well that he was being mocked.
“There is no shame in liking him Potter.” Draco continued in the business like, matter-of-fact voice he’d been using since their meeting had begun in Snape’s lounge. “He’s not the most attractive of wizards but let’s be blunt here…a man with power has a unique attractiveness all of his own.” Draco’s eyebrow rose in knowing question, the hint of a Slytherin smile twitching at the corner of his lips. Harry’s gaze narrowed dangerously.
Draco knew.
Reality sliced through Harry like a knife as he put aside his teacup, and glared at Draco angrily.
“You set me up.” Harry spat out coldly. Draco chuckled dryly in amusement, the dangerously dark flicker in his eyes catching the light.
“I warned you Potter, that I do nothing that does not benefit me in someway. Snape will only give his attention to those he deems worthy enough. With me he’s obligated to pay me the minimum of attention due to his contract with my father, but with you it’s something entirely different. He’s drawn to you, to your presence. Perhaps that’s what my father thought would happen between myself and Snape, so he got in early to secure the alliance. I guess I’m a disappointment but who knows how my father’s mind works? All I know is that you are the one to get me out of this situation, and I just took the opportunity when it arose.” Draco beamed widely as he sat back in Snape’s armchair looking far too smug for someone who was coming up with a plan, on the spur of the moment.
“How long have you been thinking this through?” Harry bit darkly watching Draco’s facial expressions closely for any signs of deceit.
“Since I first noticed his interest in you. Snape may take instructions for the dark lord, but he has his own way of interpreting them.” Harry frowned in confusion and was about to question Draco again when there was a rustling of bed covers and clothes from the other room. Hastily Draco stood up, with a concise flick of his wand Draco banished the breakfast dishes and gestured to the door that flew open immediately.
“Get out, before he comes in.” Harry didn’t need to be told twice and turning on his heel sprinted out of the room and back up the corridor leading back to the main foyer of the castle. Despite the hour Harry had just spent talking with Draco, the boy had solved none of his previous questions and had instead only created more. Something else was still going on, but at least Harry had a little background to work with now…
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TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
A/N Well that should do for the time being I think, thanks to those taking the time to review but alas you thought you would have all learned by now never to predict the sick mind of Riffraff.....you tread a deadly line when you do.
Anyway's thanks for everyone's support and keep reading, the juicy stuff is just around the corner....*BOO*
Cheers
RIFFRAFF