What the Devil Wants
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
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“Remember Potter, subtlety.” Draco emphasized under his breath as he pushed past Harry into the classroom, making it look like more of a spiteful shove than a gentle reminder. Harry rolled his eyes but chewed his lip determined not to rise to the bait, especially in the presence of his friends. Ron was already beginning to get suspicious, having asked Harry four times since breakfast with whom he was completing his homework for Snape’s extra classes. Harry had until now successful avoided the topic, but the Weasley was getting impatient for an answer. Rumors too have begun to spread, whispers of Harry and Draco crossing paths more than enemies should. Still there was nothing Harry could do.
It was Friday. Triple potions with Snape, and ample time to see Draco’s latest scheme through to its conclusion. According to Draco, Snape had been asked to spend the weekend in London replenishing the schools supplies of potion’s ingredients. Dumbledore had apparently requested Snape take a student to help with the large errand. With seventh years starting their exams, and sixth years the only other students allowed to leave the school grounds, it stood to reason the professor would take a student from his sixth year potion class. Draco intended that student to be Harry. A weekend spent in the company of Severus Snape was not appealing, and certainly would lead to nothing but he and Snape fighting however Draco wouldn’t hear of it.
With a sigh Harry sat down in his usual seat towards the back of the classroom, next to Ron. Snape strode inside with a flurry of robes and began lecturing immediately. Harry struggled to keep up with the notes, just as he usually did on a Friday afternoon.
They were mid way through brewing their second potion of the class, when the opportunity Harry and Draco had been waiting for arose.
“Draco,” Snape didn’t glance up from the parchment on his desk as he addressed the blonde. “I’m to take a trip into London this weekend, I thought perhaps you would benefit from the extra tutelage on correct ingredient selection?” The classroom was quiet as the students brewed their potions, and none paid much attention to the special treatment Draco was being given. Harry noted the way Hermione’s eyes twinkled with longing at the potential for extra tutelage but there was little hope Snape would have chosen her. Harry buried his head behind his cauldron pretending to chop mandrake root, preparing himself for what he knew was coming.
“Sorry Professor, I’ve a weekend detention with McGonagall.” Draco paused for effect a mock expression of disgust on his face, before a wide well practiced, vindictive smile caught the corners of his lips. “Why don’t you take Potter, he’s got nothing better to do this weekend.” The comment was spat out, and Harry closed his eyes for a split second as he felt Snape’s gaze fall on him. The Slytherin’s all began sniggering, while the Gryfindor grumbled in outrage. To anyone not in the know the comment was a form of spitefulness on Draco’s part. Sending Harry for a weekend away with Snape, was definitely a Slytherin like move. Looking up Harry put on his best-horrified expression he could manage. If this was going to work, he had to look as surprised and outraged, as he should do had Draco done this to him under normal circumstances. Snape was silent, and Harry swallowed around a nervous lump in his throat as the onyx eyes pierced him to the spot. As the silence continued Harry thought perhaps he should say something to make his expression more convincing but before he could, Snape had cut in.
“Fine. We leave at 6.30 tomorrow morning Potter, pack a small overnight bag and meet me in the front foyer.” With a sniff of contempt Snape went back to the work on his desk, leaving Harry in a state of shock. Surely it shouldn’t have been that easy? Turning to glance at Draco, Harry was not surprised to see the blonde chuckling nastily with his Slytherin buddies, no doubt at Harry’s expense. Harry gritted his teeth and turned back to his cauldron, his temper simmering just as the liquid did inside the metal container.
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It was late by the time they’d gotten back from dueling club, and Harry was glad to see his bed although he knew he now had an overnight bag to pack before resting his head. After Potion’s many of the Gryfindor’s had expressed their sympathy at Draco’s latest ‘prank’ and Harry had dutifully acted like the outraged student he should be. Surprisingly Hermione wasn’t talking to him, supposedly because she wasn’t going with Snape. Harry had told her he’d have gladly traded places, but the brown haired girl had huffed in contempt and turned her back on him. Ron however had been suspiciously silent on the subject. Harry had felt his best friends gaze on him throughout most of dinner, and during dueling. It had made Harry nervous to know his best friend was watching him so closely. It wasn’t going to last though, and as Harry sat down on the end of his bed and opened his trunk to look for an suitable overnight bag, Ron struck.
“What’s going on?” Harry shrugged his shoulders casually as Ron sat down next to him, his gaze intent. “Don’t fob me off Harry, I’m your best friend, I thought we didn’t have secrets?” Harry swallowed nervously as he pulled out some clean pajamas and toiletries.
“We don’t, why do you ask?” Harry queried casually as he selected some jeans and a t-shirt from his clean pile of clothes. Ron snorted and shook his head in disgust as he lowered his voice so that Dean, Seamus and Neville couldn’t overhear.
“Because I know you’re not doing your homework with a girl.” Harry’s eyes widened impossibly as he turned to look at the Weasley in horror. Harry didn’t have a reply and instead stared at his best friend, searching for any sign that Ron was disgusted with him for being what he was. When Harry made no attempt at a reply Ron rolled his eyes and pulled Harry back onto the bed, quickly charming and warding the curtains around Harry’s bed closed so that no one could see or hear anything the pair were discussing. “You should have told me you didn’t like girls.” Harry chewed his lip as he twisted his hands nervously in his lap, his heart fluttering rapidly.
“I just wanted something about me to be ordinary, and I guess I thought you’d flip.” Harry muttered awkwardly still not quite meeting Ron’s gaze for fear of what he’d see reflected.
“Why would I do that? You’re still my best friend, regardless of whether you like cock or not.” Harry couldn’t help but smile at Ron’s casual regard for the subject they were discussing. Harry continued to pack his bag, as Ron lay back on the bed, his arms behind his head and his gaze firmly focused on Harry. “Is that why you’re spending time with Draco?” Harry swallowed heavily, pointedly avoiding eye contact with his best friend, as Ron’s tone turned serious. “I thought he was poking Pansy Parkinson, but if you and him are…”
“It’s complicated Ron.” Harry cut Ron off quickly, trying to head the red head off the subject.
“Most things are with you Harry, that doesn’t mean I won’t understand.” Harry sighed heavily as he tucked a small amount of money into a side pocket of his bag before zipping it up and turning to face Ron completely. Harry had told enough lies to his friends to know nothing good ever came of it, and despite his better judgment Harry needed a second opinion on the situation he’d gotten himself in to.
“Snape gave me an ultimatum, either I did all my homework tasks for 101 or he kicks me out.” Ron frowned clearly confused by Harry’s rushed explanation. Harry sighed heavily, his patience with subject wearing thin as it had been for the last few weeks. “He put me in this impossible situation Ron, I didn’t want anyone to know about the fact I’m queer, but in order to stay in his class I had to approach someone for help…so to speak.” Harry trailed off and lowered his eyes to the bedspread where his fingers were tracing the stitching.
“Bastard.” Ron muttered beneath his breath as he stared sympathetically at Harry.
“Snape told me to go to Malfoy and that he was easy. I wasn’t thinking when I did it and now he’s making me pay him back for his ‘services’.” Harry stopped sharp as Ron’s gaze darkened, the red head clearly angry at the very mention of Malfoy’s manipulative ways. “There’s not point getting angry Ron, it was my own stupid fault. There’s no way out of it so I’ve got to see it through to the end.”
“What does he want?” Ron snapped still very angry despite Harry’s acceptance of responsibility.
“I can’t tell you…” Ron went to argue the point but Harry silenced him with a raised hand. “Don’t make it harder Ron, besides it’s not quite as bad as it seems, at least not to me.” Harry’s voice died as he closed his eyes and replayed the hasty kiss he and Snape had shared in the professor’s office. With a sigh Harry opened his eyes only to meet the eyes of his best friend.
“I’m sure you’ll work it out Harry, and if you don’t I’ll fix Malfoy good and proper.” Harry smiled lopsidedly at Ron’s heroics but chose not to laugh and insult the red heads pride.
“Thanks Ron,” Ron nodded and got up from the bed, unwarding the curtains as Harry pulled them back open. “Night Ron.” Harry whispered, the dorm already dark. Ron nodded and with a smile disappeared into his own bed leaving Harry to climb into the soft sheets and fall into a restless slumber.
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“Remember Potter, subtlety.” Draco emphasized under his breath as he pushed past Harry into the classroom, making it look like more of a spiteful shove than a gentle reminder. Harry rolled his eyes but chewed his lip determined not to rise to the bait, especially in the presence of his friends. Ron was already beginning to get suspicious, having asked Harry four times since breakfast with whom he was completing his homework for Snape’s extra classes. Harry had until now successful avoided the topic, but the Weasley was getting impatient for an answer. Rumors too have begun to spread, whispers of Harry and Draco crossing paths more than enemies should. Still there was nothing Harry could do.
It was Friday. Triple potions with Snape, and ample time to see Draco’s latest scheme through to its conclusion. According to Draco, Snape had been asked to spend the weekend in London replenishing the schools supplies of potion’s ingredients. Dumbledore had apparently requested Snape take a student to help with the large errand. With seventh years starting their exams, and sixth years the only other students allowed to leave the school grounds, it stood to reason the professor would take a student from his sixth year potion class. Draco intended that student to be Harry. A weekend spent in the company of Severus Snape was not appealing, and certainly would lead to nothing but he and Snape fighting however Draco wouldn’t hear of it.
With a sigh Harry sat down in his usual seat towards the back of the classroom, next to Ron. Snape strode inside with a flurry of robes and began lecturing immediately. Harry struggled to keep up with the notes, just as he usually did on a Friday afternoon.
They were mid way through brewing their second potion of the class, when the opportunity Harry and Draco had been waiting for arose.
“Draco,” Snape didn’t glance up from the parchment on his desk as he addressed the blonde. “I’m to take a trip into London this weekend, I thought perhaps you would benefit from the extra tutelage on correct ingredient selection?” The classroom was quiet as the students brewed their potions, and none paid much attention to the special treatment Draco was being given. Harry noted the way Hermione’s eyes twinkled with longing at the potential for extra tutelage but there was little hope Snape would have chosen her. Harry buried his head behind his cauldron pretending to chop mandrake root, preparing himself for what he knew was coming.
“Sorry Professor, I’ve a weekend detention with McGonagall.” Draco paused for effect a mock expression of disgust on his face, before a wide well practiced, vindictive smile caught the corners of his lips. “Why don’t you take Potter, he’s got nothing better to do this weekend.” The comment was spat out, and Harry closed his eyes for a split second as he felt Snape’s gaze fall on him. The Slytherin’s all began sniggering, while the Gryfindor grumbled in outrage. To anyone not in the know the comment was a form of spitefulness on Draco’s part. Sending Harry for a weekend away with Snape, was definitely a Slytherin like move. Looking up Harry put on his best-horrified expression he could manage. If this was going to work, he had to look as surprised and outraged, as he should do had Draco done this to him under normal circumstances. Snape was silent, and Harry swallowed around a nervous lump in his throat as the onyx eyes pierced him to the spot. As the silence continued Harry thought perhaps he should say something to make his expression more convincing but before he could, Snape had cut in.
“Fine. We leave at 6.30 tomorrow morning Potter, pack a small overnight bag and meet me in the front foyer.” With a sniff of contempt Snape went back to the work on his desk, leaving Harry in a state of shock. Surely it shouldn’t have been that easy? Turning to glance at Draco, Harry was not surprised to see the blonde chuckling nastily with his Slytherin buddies, no doubt at Harry’s expense. Harry gritted his teeth and turned back to his cauldron, his temper simmering just as the liquid did inside the metal container.
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It was late by the time they’d gotten back from dueling club, and Harry was glad to see his bed although he knew he now had an overnight bag to pack before resting his head. After Potion’s many of the Gryfindor’s had expressed their sympathy at Draco’s latest ‘prank’ and Harry had dutifully acted like the outraged student he should be. Surprisingly Hermione wasn’t talking to him, supposedly because she wasn’t going with Snape. Harry had told her he’d have gladly traded places, but the brown haired girl had huffed in contempt and turned her back on him. Ron however had been suspiciously silent on the subject. Harry had felt his best friends gaze on him throughout most of dinner, and during dueling. It had made Harry nervous to know his best friend was watching him so closely. It wasn’t going to last though, and as Harry sat down on the end of his bed and opened his trunk to look for an suitable overnight bag, Ron struck.
“What’s going on?” Harry shrugged his shoulders casually as Ron sat down next to him, his gaze intent. “Don’t fob me off Harry, I’m your best friend, I thought we didn’t have secrets?” Harry swallowed nervously as he pulled out some clean pajamas and toiletries.
“We don’t, why do you ask?” Harry queried casually as he selected some jeans and a t-shirt from his clean pile of clothes. Ron snorted and shook his head in disgust as he lowered his voice so that Dean, Seamus and Neville couldn’t overhear.
“Because I know you’re not doing your homework with a girl.” Harry’s eyes widened impossibly as he turned to look at the Weasley in horror. Harry didn’t have a reply and instead stared at his best friend, searching for any sign that Ron was disgusted with him for being what he was. When Harry made no attempt at a reply Ron rolled his eyes and pulled Harry back onto the bed, quickly charming and warding the curtains around Harry’s bed closed so that no one could see or hear anything the pair were discussing. “You should have told me you didn’t like girls.” Harry chewed his lip as he twisted his hands nervously in his lap, his heart fluttering rapidly.
“I just wanted something about me to be ordinary, and I guess I thought you’d flip.” Harry muttered awkwardly still not quite meeting Ron’s gaze for fear of what he’d see reflected.
“Why would I do that? You’re still my best friend, regardless of whether you like cock or not.” Harry couldn’t help but smile at Ron’s casual regard for the subject they were discussing. Harry continued to pack his bag, as Ron lay back on the bed, his arms behind his head and his gaze firmly focused on Harry. “Is that why you’re spending time with Draco?” Harry swallowed heavily, pointedly avoiding eye contact with his best friend, as Ron’s tone turned serious. “I thought he was poking Pansy Parkinson, but if you and him are…”
“It’s complicated Ron.” Harry cut Ron off quickly, trying to head the red head off the subject.
“Most things are with you Harry, that doesn’t mean I won’t understand.” Harry sighed heavily as he tucked a small amount of money into a side pocket of his bag before zipping it up and turning to face Ron completely. Harry had told enough lies to his friends to know nothing good ever came of it, and despite his better judgment Harry needed a second opinion on the situation he’d gotten himself in to.
“Snape gave me an ultimatum, either I did all my homework tasks for 101 or he kicks me out.” Ron frowned clearly confused by Harry’s rushed explanation. Harry sighed heavily, his patience with subject wearing thin as it had been for the last few weeks. “He put me in this impossible situation Ron, I didn’t want anyone to know about the fact I’m queer, but in order to stay in his class I had to approach someone for help…so to speak.” Harry trailed off and lowered his eyes to the bedspread where his fingers were tracing the stitching.
“Bastard.” Ron muttered beneath his breath as he stared sympathetically at Harry.
“Snape told me to go to Malfoy and that he was easy. I wasn’t thinking when I did it and now he’s making me pay him back for his ‘services’.” Harry stopped sharp as Ron’s gaze darkened, the red head clearly angry at the very mention of Malfoy’s manipulative ways. “There’s not point getting angry Ron, it was my own stupid fault. There’s no way out of it so I’ve got to see it through to the end.”
“What does he want?” Ron snapped still very angry despite Harry’s acceptance of responsibility.
“I can’t tell you…” Ron went to argue the point but Harry silenced him with a raised hand. “Don’t make it harder Ron, besides it’s not quite as bad as it seems, at least not to me.” Harry’s voice died as he closed his eyes and replayed the hasty kiss he and Snape had shared in the professor’s office. With a sigh Harry opened his eyes only to meet the eyes of his best friend.
“I’m sure you’ll work it out Harry, and if you don’t I’ll fix Malfoy good and proper.” Harry smiled lopsidedly at Ron’s heroics but chose not to laugh and insult the red heads pride.
“Thanks Ron,” Ron nodded and got up from the bed, unwarding the curtains as Harry pulled them back open. “Night Ron.” Harry whispered, the dorm already dark. Ron nodded and with a smile disappeared into his own bed leaving Harry to climb into the soft sheets and fall into a restless slumber.
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