Situational Ethics

Situational Ethics

By Mizzfreestyle

Edited by Missy Padfoot

Chapter Sixteen:

“Hasty and Negligent”


The detention from the night before wasn’t nearly as stressful as Harry thought it was going to be. Dumbledore had suddenly appeared and was preoccupying Snape with long talks about different things that were of little concern to Harry. Luckily, Harry was able to finish his detention and get out before Snape tried to work his magic on him again. He could only imagine Snape forcing him to strip down so he could have his wicked way with him. Harry wasn’t quite sure what was with Snape lately, but now was not the time.

Not that Harry would’ve minded. It was just so hard for Harry to understand what he felt when Snape was kissing him, other than pure and utter lust. He was extremely happy when those rare intimate moments happened, but they were risking so much it made Harry feel sick. If Snape only knew I was cradling his child.

If Harry dug deep enough into his honest heart, his heart would only confirm his inevitable attraction to the heartless git. And to add to his distress, there was Caitlin; Snape’s lawfully wedded wife. Harry sighed. How could he even hope to compete against her? Harry once again reminded himself of their marriage. He had to stop ruminating on ways to steal someone else’s husband since there were more important issues at hand. He didn’t need the drama as much as he needed the grades to graduate from Hogwarts. He would be overwhelmed with shame if witches and wizards around the world were to read their morning papers, only to discover that Potter, their hero, wasn’t graduating because he failed potions; a class essential to his career as an Auror.

“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” April flipped her hair back over her shoulder, “I had the worst night last night!” April, on the other hand, just made his life miserable. He considered dropping out of school just to escape her, but terminated the thought after a mere moment.

“So did I, April. So did I.” Harry sighed as Ron and Hermione witnessed April’s never ending balderdash about how Hagrid made her go with him into the forest.

At some point between when April arrived and when Harry leaned over on the table, April stopped and stared directly at Harry’s neck. “Harry… what’s that?”

“What’s what?” Harry asked while on the verge of yawning.

“Blimey, Harry! That thing’s bloody huge!” Ron suddenly forced Harry to look away so that they could examine this behemoth “love bite”.

Harry was still sleepy and paid no mind to his friends’ sudden gaping eyes.

“Who’ve you been seeing? And where can I find her?” Ron eyes were huge, though not as big as his grin.

“What on earth are you talking about?” Harry then saw Hermione’s face and she was looking at Harry as if he had a hickey on his neck….

Harry suddenly grasped a hold of his collar and pulled it higher. But there was no use. Everyone had already seen it. “Harry, who have you been seeing?” April asked as she tried crawling over the table towards Harry. She didn’t look as hurt as angry. “Who, Harry?!”

“Miss Samala, sixty points from Ravenclaw for your indecency.” Snape and McGonagall were passing by and happened to see April bent over in an in appropriate position.

“I would have taken seventy! You’re a mature young lady, Miss Samala. Behave yourself and take a seat,” McGonagall’s face was slightly red. “Really. In a room full of boys no less.”

“My boyfriend’s been seeing someone else!” April whined while pointing offensively towards Harry.

“Your relationships are of little concern to Professor Snape and me.”

“But he has a massive hickey!”

McGonagall almost placed her hand against her chest in shock. “Goodness.” McGonagall looked over at Harry then back at April. “I really did not need to hear that. Twenty points from Ravenclaw.”

McGonagall then left before she heard anymore from the hormonal teenagers. Snape, on the other hand, passed a furtive smirk towards Harry before carrying on. By Monday, everyone had received a copy of the latest, wickedest issue. Across the front cover, was the scandalous headline:

“Harry Potter and His First Hickey. Who Could She Be?”

And it was more than just the Daily Prophet. Even regular entertainment magazines had printed some story about Harry’s abnormally large hickey and questions regarding what happened during his rendezvous with some secret lady. Since April made it apparent that she wasn’t Harry’s attacker, everyone was making assumptions about who it could’ve been. In one magazine, someone suspected Harry’s close girl friend, Hermione Granger. “Really. This is just ridiculous.” Hermione wanted to rip the magazines into pieces and write a letter to the publishers, reprimanding them for writing such “rubbish”.

Ron came across an article in the Quibbler about how the nargles were to blame. “This is bloody bull shit.”

“Can’t Harry have a life anymore without everyone else knowing about it?” Hermione tossed the magazine to the side in disgust, only for it to be quickly snatched up by someone else.

If the morning wasn’t already going horribly, Malfoy had to make an appearance. “First hickey, Potter? Psh. Please. That’s the lamest shit I’ve ever heard.”

“Well, at least my pathetic love bites are making headlines.”

Harry then got up and left before he got anymore shit from Malfoy or April. He knew exactly where he needed to go as soon as he left the Great Hall. To the dungeons.

Snape was sitting at his desk, appearing slightly uneasy. “Thanks a lot,” Harry said once he entered the classroom. “Thanks to you, everyone thinks that some girl has staked their claim on me. I get one measly hickey, and the whole world knows!”

“Now you know better and next time, maybe you will do a better job at hiding it.”

“Next time? There won’t be a next time, Snape; I’m tired of these games of yours! I thought we made that clear!”

“If you are so upset, then why do you let me kiss you?” Snape waited patiently for an answer while Harry stood there, panicking. When Harry failed to produce an answer, Snape removed himself from his desk and casually walked over towards Harry.

Having Snape walk towards him made Harry feel extremely uneasy. Yet, he didn’t move an inch from where he stood. Stand your ground. “Why do you kiss me?” Harry asked once Snape was close enough to hear his gentle voice.

For a while, Snape stood there whilst giving the appearance that he was consulting with his conscience. Then his eyes softened and he admitted much to Harry’s surprise, “I kiss you because your lips put me at ease.” Before Harry could muster a reaction, Snape asked again, “Why do you let me kiss you?”

Since Snape was being seemly honest with his motivations, Harry decided that it was only fair to respond truthfully. But still, Harry found it difficult to just say it out loud. He struggled with arranging his words then actually getting them through his lips. “I… Well, … Because I want you to.”

Harry was prepared to hear the worst Snape could throw at him, but instead, Snape remained quiet. He wasn’t looking at Harry. He was staring at the floor off to the corner. He was searching for the answer to something and Harry doubted that it had something to do with his response. Maybe Snape really didn’t know how to deal with teenage hormones. However, his countenance suggested that he wanted to ask something.

A few moments later, Snape began his inquiry again. “Do you like being close to me?” Baffled, Harry’s mouth opened and closed stupidly for a few seconds before Snape appeared frustrated. “Better yet, do you like a challenge, Harry?”

“I suppose.” Harry had answered too quickly.

“Yes. So do I,” Snape was smirking and Harry couldn’t fathom why.

“Where are you going with this?”

“I’m collecting information.”

“Why?” Harry asked.

“Because I like to be ahead in the game.”

“Game? What game?”

“This game, Harry,” Snape ran his finger down Harry’s throat, down his chest, and then hooked his finger around the hem of Harry’s pants all the while Harry stared directly into Snape’s eyes. “Do not look so scared. We have done far worse together.”

The slight fear in Harry’s eyes did not waver which resulted in Snape pulling Harry against his body. “Why do you look at me like that? I have held you, kissed you. I have showed you that I am capable of loving you. Yet you still look at me with those hesitant eyes. Tell me why.”

“I… don’t… know….”

“Maybe you have misunderstood everything.” Snape’s finger felt Harry’s lips as it ran over it delicately.

“How can I?! You love Caitlin! You married Caitlin! How am I supposed to believe that you even care for me after what you did?”

“How can someone like you possibly understand my situation?”

Your situation?! “I could have if you had just talked to me and stopped shutting yourself off from me! But no. You would push and shove me away.”

That statement and the way Harry delivered it did more than infuriated Snape. “I never touched you like that!”

Snape’s arms tightened around Harry and the boy considered dropping the argument. “Whatever. It doesn’t matter now because… now it’s too late.”

Something about Harry’s words elicited something in Snape’s eyes. “It’s never too late.”

“Huh?”

Snape cupped Harry’s face so that Harry’s eyes could not stray else where; So Harry’s eyes would be forced to look into Snape’s, if at all. Snape then had the audacity to utter, “Marry me.”

Harry felt as if his legs would stumble away from Snape. When the words registered entirely with Harry, he gasped. “What?!”

“If you are so set on being with me, marry me.”

Harry would slap Snape if he had the strength. “You’re already married!”

“That has never stopped you before. I thought you liked a challenge. My marriage to Caitlin is just one obstacle between us being together. Forever.”

“You can’t do that to Caitlin!” Harry eyes were now full of panic, but for what? Snape would have to delve in deeper.

“Why not?”

“I thought you were happy with her! Whatever happened to ‘I want to spend the rest of my life with her’?”

“Maybe I had something better and did not realize it.”

Lightheadedness consumed Harry within seconds and by the time Harry realized what Snape was saying, he was so inattentive that he didn’t know what to say anymore. It was like his dream come true… but it would beyond selfish and duplicitous of him to accept Snape’s proposal. Yes… that’s what it is. It’s a proposal. Snape’s asking me to marry him…Harry was the biggest sap for romance. “D’you…?”

“Yes, I mean it.”

Why do I have to stop and think about this?! I know it’s wrong. It would hurt Caitlin… she will never trust anyone again. Harry thought mournfully, wanting to break down. Nothing was making sense to him, although he knew in his heart, his self wallowing heart, that this was exactly what he wanted. He must be playing with me. He’s trying to get at me for something and oh my god… it’s working.

Then suddenly, Snape knelt down before Harry like men do traditionally when they are about to seriously ask a woman for her hand. Snape then took Harry’s hand in his and kissed it softly before pressing his cheek against it most affectionately. “Harry, marry me?” He asked whilst looking into Harry’s eyes.

“Oh my god….” Harry felt like he was going to literally fall head over heals. He was so dizzy as it was and now his stomach was knotting. If he wasn’t with child maybe he would be fine, but the baby was making it all the worse for him. “Why didn’t you ask me before this all happened?”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

Harry yanked his hand free then took several steps back. He couldn’t look Snape in the eyes, yet, he couldn’t look away. Without saying another word, he fled, but heard Snape’s voice behind him utter clearly, “My offer still stands.”

HARRYPOTTERHARRYPOTTERHARRYPOTTER

Never before had Harry felt like his vomit accomplished something, like purging himself of unnecessary burdens. Needless to say, Snape’s hasty proposal stirred Harry’s stomach up into a frenzied battle between food and stomach fluids. “And here I thought I was over the vomiting stage.”

Harry reached up and pulled on a rope which flushed out the toilet. The evidence was gone and Harry felt better already. He rose to his feet and carried his weight over to his bed, but right before he could free his belly of the Band, Neville came in with Ron and Harry knew that peace was not to be. Already, they were laughing hysterically and talking nonsense about… Harry. “Seriously! The bloke was up all night!” Ron was red from laughing too hard.

“I know, man! Harry; we were just talking about you and what we heard just last night.”

“What did you hear?” Harry could’ve sworn he put up a sound proof barrier.

“You, man!” Ron said while plopping himself next to Harry. “You moaning and groaning and sweating in your dreams!”

“But it’s probably nothing,” said Neville as he sat on the bed across from the two boys. “Well, maybe it’s just the girl that gave you that massive hickey.”

“Will you two cut it out?!”

“No!” Ron shook Harry lightly, “It’s just too good to pass up. So, who is it? We know it’s not April.”

Neville slapped his leg as he laughed and rolled back.

“Come on, Harry! You’ve got to tell us! We’re your friends!”

“It was a one time thing. It… it’ll never happen again.”

“A fling? Oh my god! That’s great then!” Ron seized Harry by the shoulders, “Where can I find her?”

“Man, Harry; you were moaning so loudly that I thought you were being done in by that girl!” Neville had recovered and was waiting for Harry to spill some gossip.

“Sorry, Ron. I don’t kiss and tell.”

“Damn it!” Ron chuckled then retreated to his own bed. “Just you wait. One day I’ll be the bloke with the massive hickey and when you ask me about it, I won’t tell you a bloody thing about it.”

“First, Ron. You have to find yourself a lady.”

Ron chucked a pillow at Harry before he ran off into the bathrooms to freshen up.

Once Harry had some peace and quiet, he thought long and hard about the night before because he couldn’t remember what he had been dreaming about. And then it hit him. His face felt fiery hot and his sheets were a little too warm for the situation. He could recall the dream in all its vivid dreaminess. He really just had a dream about getting pounded by Snape.

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