Cupid Painted Blind
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
12,912
Reviews:
18
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Currently Reading:
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To Err is Human
Chapter 15: “A man's errors are what make him amiable.” Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Friday night Hermione and Ron left Harry albeit with some reluctance at Snape’s door. It was good that their impossible Potions Master could spare his personal time to tutor Harry; they guessed they should be grateful.
Hermione not one to leave things be, was concerned about the ‘Personal Apartment’ thing rather than a class room. Still she knew that Harry preferred guys and had this big current crush on Snape so just maybe this might snap him out of it.
She would check him and the situation at breakfast lucky really boys were so transparent. She glanced at Ron as they made their way to dinner, just a shame they were so damn dense too. *sigh*
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The evening passed in a blur but catching up with Ron Saturday morning in the Gryffindor common room she was surprised that there was still no Harry.
Ron reckoned he hadn’t come back last night and his bed hadn’t been slept in, which was a concern. Then the curious went to wierds-ville when he added “Maybe Snape killed him, or turned him into You-know-who”
Ron’s eyes grew as big as saucers “we better talk to Dumbledore”. She was mentally congratulating him on logical thought when he added “You don’t suppose Snape drank his blood!!! And is using the rest for potions ingredients”
At breakfast in the great hall, they were surprised to find no Harry and no Snape. A little discrete poking around revealed that neither had been seen yet. Well for Snape that wasn’t really news, neither of them had ever seen him at breakfast in their many years at Hogwarts. At least that they could recall.
Dumbledore was there and didn’t appear to be worried about anything although it was always a little hard to tell exactly what he was thinking or feeling. *I would so NOT like to play poker against him* thought Hermione.
It was a Hogsmeade weekend and the hall emptied in record speed immediately breakfast was finished. Except for the intrepid duo who noticed that Dumbledore had apparently vanished from the hall. As one they stood up with intention of heading to his office and spinning around walked straight into him.
“Oh my” Dumbledore laughed “In a hurry Hermione? Ron?” he twinkled. Suddenly his ears were assailed by the most curious gobbledegook he had heard for a while… “Harry…blood… Potions ingredients… you-know-who… Friday…Snape…Crush…”
Hermione slapped her hand across her mouth a tad too late. Ron was rambling on about some obscure theory, but Hermione was sure Dumbledore hadn’t missed her slip-up.
Dumbledore looked thoughtfully at them both and nodded in all the right spots. “Such wonderful imaginations, it truly is delightful. Never worry everything is quite alright I assure you.”
He nodded and smiled in what he must have thought was an assuring manner but to Hermione it was just a little on the condescending side. “As Professor Snape is a perfectionist and as Harry has five weeks of studies to make up it would be less disruptive if he stayed nearby. I assure you Professor Snape is quite conscientious in his teachings. Harry is fine. Now, Hogsmeade waits.”
The smile was dismissive. Dumbledore just stood there smiling like all was well with the world, and for all they knew maybe it was. But as they thanked him and wandered out of the hall Hermione wasn’t convinced.
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Sunday morning could have been a carbon copy of Saturday but that Ron insisted that Harry’s bed had been slept in, so at least he was alive. *Alive and annoying, typical boy* thought Hermione.
When the Hogsmeade day drew to a close and still no Harry Hermione was entertaining thoughts and drawing up plans for an inquisition.
Harry had better be top shit in potions or she would be upbraiding him and if he had pulled a swiftie with Snape then she would be tearing a strip off both of them for such unprofessional behaviour.
Ron was no use he just kept on parroting Dumbledore. If Dumbledore said everything was fine everything was fine. Not one to be put off easily Hermione kept on and on and on until Ron conceded that maybe, just maybe they should look into it. Hermione smiled *boys are just so predictable*
Whenever Hermione smiled at him like that, well it was just so ‘hard’ to deny her anything.
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Friday night Hermione and Ron left Harry albeit with some reluctance at Snape’s door. It was good that their impossible Potions Master could spare his personal time to tutor Harry; they guessed they should be grateful.
Hermione not one to leave things be, was concerned about the ‘Personal Apartment’ thing rather than a class room. Still she knew that Harry preferred guys and had this big current crush on Snape so just maybe this might snap him out of it.
She would check him and the situation at breakfast lucky really boys were so transparent. She glanced at Ron as they made their way to dinner, just a shame they were so damn dense too. *sigh*
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The evening passed in a blur but catching up with Ron Saturday morning in the Gryffindor common room she was surprised that there was still no Harry.
Ron reckoned he hadn’t come back last night and his bed hadn’t been slept in, which was a concern. Then the curious went to wierds-ville when he added “Maybe Snape killed him, or turned him into You-know-who”
Ron’s eyes grew as big as saucers “we better talk to Dumbledore”. She was mentally congratulating him on logical thought when he added “You don’t suppose Snape drank his blood!!! And is using the rest for potions ingredients”
At breakfast in the great hall, they were surprised to find no Harry and no Snape. A little discrete poking around revealed that neither had been seen yet. Well for Snape that wasn’t really news, neither of them had ever seen him at breakfast in their many years at Hogwarts. At least that they could recall.
Dumbledore was there and didn’t appear to be worried about anything although it was always a little hard to tell exactly what he was thinking or feeling. *I would so NOT like to play poker against him* thought Hermione.
It was a Hogsmeade weekend and the hall emptied in record speed immediately breakfast was finished. Except for the intrepid duo who noticed that Dumbledore had apparently vanished from the hall. As one they stood up with intention of heading to his office and spinning around walked straight into him.
“Oh my” Dumbledore laughed “In a hurry Hermione? Ron?” he twinkled. Suddenly his ears were assailed by the most curious gobbledegook he had heard for a while… “Harry…blood… Potions ingredients… you-know-who… Friday…Snape…Crush…”
Hermione slapped her hand across her mouth a tad too late. Ron was rambling on about some obscure theory, but Hermione was sure Dumbledore hadn’t missed her slip-up.
Dumbledore looked thoughtfully at them both and nodded in all the right spots. “Such wonderful imaginations, it truly is delightful. Never worry everything is quite alright I assure you.”
He nodded and smiled in what he must have thought was an assuring manner but to Hermione it was just a little on the condescending side. “As Professor Snape is a perfectionist and as Harry has five weeks of studies to make up it would be less disruptive if he stayed nearby. I assure you Professor Snape is quite conscientious in his teachings. Harry is fine. Now, Hogsmeade waits.”
The smile was dismissive. Dumbledore just stood there smiling like all was well with the world, and for all they knew maybe it was. But as they thanked him and wandered out of the hall Hermione wasn’t convinced.
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Sunday morning could have been a carbon copy of Saturday but that Ron insisted that Harry’s bed had been slept in, so at least he was alive. *Alive and annoying, typical boy* thought Hermione.
When the Hogsmeade day drew to a close and still no Harry Hermione was entertaining thoughts and drawing up plans for an inquisition.
Harry had better be top shit in potions or she would be upbraiding him and if he had pulled a swiftie with Snape then she would be tearing a strip off both of them for such unprofessional behaviour.
Ron was no use he just kept on parroting Dumbledore. If Dumbledore said everything was fine everything was fine. Not one to be put off easily Hermione kept on and on and on until Ron conceded that maybe, just maybe they should look into it. Hermione smiled *boys are just so predictable*
Whenever Hermione smiled at him like that, well it was just so ‘hard’ to deny her anything.
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