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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
53
Views:
48,586
Reviews:
273
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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All I Want For Christmas
CHAPTER 16
“Potter I know you’re up here.” Snape stood on top of the staircase leading into the attic his hands on his hips as he glanced around the dusty storage area. Snape had already checked everywhere else Harry might hide and finally his search had left only one more place. Snape hated the attic at Grimmauld Place, there were dubiously dark things up here that the Black family probably had no idea were up here. It was dark already and downstairs a subdued Order had begun dressing the Christmas tree a tradition Harry enjoyed but this year was absent from. Snape listened carefully in the silence of the attic finally smiling when he heard a quiet scuffle on the floor behind some boxes. “Please come downstairs, the mutt’s dressing the tree and I think everyone wants to see you.” Snape rolled his eyes to himself, having never imagined himself pandering to Harry Potter’s whims. It was bad enough he’d fallen for the bloody brat in the first place without having to go all fatherly like just because the boy had spat the dummy.
When there was no reply Snape growled low in his throat, rapidly losing his patience. He hadn’t had a shower yet from getting back and he was still covered with a multitude of bruises and cuts along with the fact his back ached and he was covered in blood. “Potter don’t make me come and get you because I am not in the mood for fucking around. The only reason I’m up here is because that lot are to spineless to come and apologies on their own.” Again there was no response and with a muttered curse Snape began to negotiate his way around the boxes and dust covered items of furniture and crap in the attic. Rounding the stack of boxes Snape froze at the sight. An old school desk riddled with woodworm and stripped bare of polish sat in the corner of the apex. Beneath the desk sat Harry Potter, his knees cuddled to his chest and his head resting on his hands. The boy looked small beneath the desk, afraid, weak and every inch the young 16 year old he was. “Is there any chance of me not having to come under there to drag you out?” Snape sighed matter of factly as he watched Harry shake his head in silent reply. Tutting irritably to himself Snape stepped over the last few boxes and having cursed his getting old and his tired joints got to his knees and crawled under the desk beside Harry who’d made room for him automatically. “Now what? I’m not accustomed to meeting boys under the desk, I prefer the top.” Snape bit curtly as he settled himself and look across at Harry in the darkness.
“I want to play a game?” Harry whispered as he stared at Snape over the crown of his knees. Snape rolled his eyes wishing he’d never introduced the boy to the game in the first place. Nodding in agreement Snape waited for Harry to start. He himself wasn’t really in the mood his lack of concentration would undoubtedly lead to him revealing more of himself than he cared to. Harry smiled distantly as he chose his first question. “When was your first kiss?” Harry whispered into the silence watching as Snape closed his eyes to think about it for a moment.
“I was fourteen and it was in the school library with a girl named Isabella Waintrope. She had braces, glasses, freckles and was slightly chubby.” Snape finished having remarkably remembered the young witches name let alone what she looked like. Harry chuckled into his knees as he pictured a 14-year-old Snape with the girl described. Snape glared at Harry pointedly as he continued. “Why gingerbread men?” Snape inquired not wanting to give Harry a chance to further question him about his first kiss. Harry shrugged his shoulders, his smile fading as he answered.
“I remember the smell of them cooking at my Aunt’s from when I was little, I knew I wouldn’t get any but I remember the smell every Christmas. I guess I just figured I could have all the gingerbread men I wanted now, that and the fact I needed something to do.” Harry twisted his fingers nervously in front of his face, still peeking out from above his knees clutched to his chest. Snape chose not to comment on Harry’s younger life as he waited for the boy’s next question. “Am I good kisser?” Snape was surprised by the next question and narrowed his gaze at Harry wondering if there was an underlying intent but when he found nothing but honest reflection in Harry’s gaze Snape finally answered.
“Not bad for a beginner, a little response might have been nice but then it was a little out of the blue. You need practice.” Snape smiled sideways at Harry who blushed pink, his cheeks practically glowing in the dark. “What do you want for Christmas?” Snape inquired innocently watching as Harry shrugged his shoulders again his head rising from his knees as the boy’s confidence began to come back.
“This and that, I need some things for school and I broke my quill on the last day so I’d like another….” Harry trailed off as he watched Snape roll his eyes and shake his head determinedly.
”No Potter, I asked what you wanted for Christmas, not what you needed.” Snape clarified pointedly as he stretched out his legs finally having had enough of the cramp the curses he’d suffered during the day had brought on. Harry blushed and lowered his head back to his knees as Snape waited patiently for him to reply.
“I wouldn’t mind another kiss.” Harry whispered hoping that Snape didn’t hear it but knowing that the elder wizard couldn’t have missed it in the silence of the attic. Snape smiled coyly back at Harry as he crawled out from under the desk and stood up with a loud crack of his back. Harry crawled out after him feeling a little guilty that he’d caused such a scene at dinner.
“We’ll see Potter, we’ll see.” Snape muttered as he led the way back down the attic stairs, conscious of the fact that Harry was following him closely.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>
“Potter I know you’re up here.” Snape stood on top of the staircase leading into the attic his hands on his hips as he glanced around the dusty storage area. Snape had already checked everywhere else Harry might hide and finally his search had left only one more place. Snape hated the attic at Grimmauld Place, there were dubiously dark things up here that the Black family probably had no idea were up here. It was dark already and downstairs a subdued Order had begun dressing the Christmas tree a tradition Harry enjoyed but this year was absent from. Snape listened carefully in the silence of the attic finally smiling when he heard a quiet scuffle on the floor behind some boxes. “Please come downstairs, the mutt’s dressing the tree and I think everyone wants to see you.” Snape rolled his eyes to himself, having never imagined himself pandering to Harry Potter’s whims. It was bad enough he’d fallen for the bloody brat in the first place without having to go all fatherly like just because the boy had spat the dummy.
When there was no reply Snape growled low in his throat, rapidly losing his patience. He hadn’t had a shower yet from getting back and he was still covered with a multitude of bruises and cuts along with the fact his back ached and he was covered in blood. “Potter don’t make me come and get you because I am not in the mood for fucking around. The only reason I’m up here is because that lot are to spineless to come and apologies on their own.” Again there was no response and with a muttered curse Snape began to negotiate his way around the boxes and dust covered items of furniture and crap in the attic. Rounding the stack of boxes Snape froze at the sight. An old school desk riddled with woodworm and stripped bare of polish sat in the corner of the apex. Beneath the desk sat Harry Potter, his knees cuddled to his chest and his head resting on his hands. The boy looked small beneath the desk, afraid, weak and every inch the young 16 year old he was. “Is there any chance of me not having to come under there to drag you out?” Snape sighed matter of factly as he watched Harry shake his head in silent reply. Tutting irritably to himself Snape stepped over the last few boxes and having cursed his getting old and his tired joints got to his knees and crawled under the desk beside Harry who’d made room for him automatically. “Now what? I’m not accustomed to meeting boys under the desk, I prefer the top.” Snape bit curtly as he settled himself and look across at Harry in the darkness.
“I want to play a game?” Harry whispered as he stared at Snape over the crown of his knees. Snape rolled his eyes wishing he’d never introduced the boy to the game in the first place. Nodding in agreement Snape waited for Harry to start. He himself wasn’t really in the mood his lack of concentration would undoubtedly lead to him revealing more of himself than he cared to. Harry smiled distantly as he chose his first question. “When was your first kiss?” Harry whispered into the silence watching as Snape closed his eyes to think about it for a moment.
“I was fourteen and it was in the school library with a girl named Isabella Waintrope. She had braces, glasses, freckles and was slightly chubby.” Snape finished having remarkably remembered the young witches name let alone what she looked like. Harry chuckled into his knees as he pictured a 14-year-old Snape with the girl described. Snape glared at Harry pointedly as he continued. “Why gingerbread men?” Snape inquired not wanting to give Harry a chance to further question him about his first kiss. Harry shrugged his shoulders, his smile fading as he answered.
“I remember the smell of them cooking at my Aunt’s from when I was little, I knew I wouldn’t get any but I remember the smell every Christmas. I guess I just figured I could have all the gingerbread men I wanted now, that and the fact I needed something to do.” Harry twisted his fingers nervously in front of his face, still peeking out from above his knees clutched to his chest. Snape chose not to comment on Harry’s younger life as he waited for the boy’s next question. “Am I good kisser?” Snape was surprised by the next question and narrowed his gaze at Harry wondering if there was an underlying intent but when he found nothing but honest reflection in Harry’s gaze Snape finally answered.
“Not bad for a beginner, a little response might have been nice but then it was a little out of the blue. You need practice.” Snape smiled sideways at Harry who blushed pink, his cheeks practically glowing in the dark. “What do you want for Christmas?” Snape inquired innocently watching as Harry shrugged his shoulders again his head rising from his knees as the boy’s confidence began to come back.
“This and that, I need some things for school and I broke my quill on the last day so I’d like another….” Harry trailed off as he watched Snape roll his eyes and shake his head determinedly.
”No Potter, I asked what you wanted for Christmas, not what you needed.” Snape clarified pointedly as he stretched out his legs finally having had enough of the cramp the curses he’d suffered during the day had brought on. Harry blushed and lowered his head back to his knees as Snape waited patiently for him to reply.
“I wouldn’t mind another kiss.” Harry whispered hoping that Snape didn’t hear it but knowing that the elder wizard couldn’t have missed it in the silence of the attic. Snape smiled coyly back at Harry as he crawled out from under the desk and stood up with a loud crack of his back. Harry crawled out after him feeling a little guilty that he’d caused such a scene at dinner.
“We’ll see Potter, we’ll see.” Snape muttered as he led the way back down the attic stairs, conscious of the fact that Harry was following him closely.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>