Cupid Painted Blind

Chapter 16: Men are equal; it is not birth but virtue that makes the difference. --Voltaire


The moment the Dynamic Duo were out of sight Dumbledore queried Hogwarts about this ‘Crush’ *sigh* So many hormones and so few brains, although he had expected better than this from Severus. No great surprise considering the circumstances, still, he was a teacher and this, and well this had to be made right.

It was obvious to anyone with the nous that when Harry woke from his ‘accident’ that something wasn’t right. There had been literal troops of medical experts, medi-mages and even a few select now muggle doctors but none of them could find Harry’s ailment or even a solution to it.

Bless Poppy she had done all that was possible, Hogwarts was truly blessed by her expertise, yet save the illegal nothing could be done. It seemed that only two people entertained the thought that became reality.

It did trouble Dumbledore somewhat that he hadn’t been the one to carry through with it, now it was just one more thing to dump onto his pet spy’s shoulders.

The only real consolation was that so long as The-boy-who-lived continued to be then Dumbledore had a red rag to wave at the proverbial bull and that bull wouldn’t realise what the other hand was doing until too late. Dumbledore shook his head mixing so many metaphors was giving him a headache.

He frowned at his dwindling supply of lemon sherbets and with a sigh addressed his hearth. “Severus’ Quarters”

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Suddenly Victor did a double-take, as if listening to distant voices. Before Harry knew quite what was happening Victor closed the space between them.

From the side of the bed he ordered in hushed urgent tones “Quickly Cupido get to the far side of the bed and hurry, keep your head down and stay quiet, just listen.” Harry scurried to obey the urgency in Victor’s voice.

“Severus this side quickly beloved” With which Victor still wearing trousers climbed onto the bed and straddling Severus in ‘push up’ mode he pulled the covers up over his hips and captured Severus’ lips.

With barely a moment to spare the hearth spoke with Dumbledore’s voice and his face flickered into view.

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Dumbledore’s fire spluttered momentarily and Severus’ Bedroom came into view, and what a view it was. Totally scandalous, a gorgeous muscular blonde doing the horizontal hold with his potions professor, now if he could have butted in as a fly on the wall he would be able to just watch but …. Err.

Possibly not one of his better timings but what needed to be done needed to be done and sensibilities be damned. He cleared his throat for attention. “So sorry Severus, we must speak and urgently. In my office please as soon as possible. Bring your friend with you and Harry must also attend”.

The fire flickered out, and he was gone. Still an ominous shadow hung in his stead.

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Victor enjoyed his vantage point for just a moment longer, taking full advantage to rub his clothed hips against Snape’s. With a salacious wink he wriggled to sit between Snape and Harry in the centre of the bed against the pile of pillows.

Harry and Snape exchanged looks and the thoughts were almost identical but voiced by Victor made them reality. “We will need to close the link before we go to Hell” Victor conjured two golden goblets.

“Considering the recent developments it may be preferable to keep our wits about us.” Opening a vein Victor expertly captured the garnet essence filling both floating goblets to halfway and offered them to his partners.

Harry sat upright and gazed into the goblet with reservation. Victor’s velvet voice washed across his senses”I would have preferred that we could make this a special moment but fate has stepping in and…” “Pissed on our parade” finished Harry for him.

Severus sniggered “I toast your eloquent grasp of the English language Harry, and your impeccable timing Victor” as one Harry and Severus raised their glasses and drank of and too their future.

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In his office Dumbledore was concerned. He felt that Harry was near when he called on Severus, but thankfully not in the scene that was playing out before him. Sure the lad was of age in the wizarding world, there was nothing he could do to prevent the lad experimenting.

Dumbledore’s puppet Severus was a dark horse of a different kettle of fish, even in his own mind it didn’t sound right, he put his failing faculties down to a diminishing supply of sweets.

Harry the-boy-who-lived-to-be-useful would continue to be a tool in his machinations, but this blonde he would have to check out face to face. It was clear that this must be the person responsible for Harry’s well being; maybe that was why he sensed Harry in the room similar auras courtesy of bestowing …

The possibilities hit Dumbledore head on and he dropped into his chair with a resounding thump that had the portraits worried. Surely not, there was no way that he would let go of the strings he had control of for so long, not for so long as he lived and breathed.

Determination set his jaw, a wash of pure malevolence coursed across his kindly features.

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