The Friday Boy

CHAPTER 17

Harry yawned as he sat at the dinner table spread with all the Christmas fare Molly Weasley could possibly prepare. Despite being woken at 3.00am this morning by Sirius jumping excitedly up and down on his bed wishing his godson Merry Christmas, Harry had had a full day of gift giving and opening, building snow men outside and playing crappy Christmas games in the lounge room. All in all everyone was enjoying themselves thoroughly even Snape had been drawn into a game of wizard’s chess by Lupin. Now though they sat around the enlarged kitchen table enjoying the feast spread on by Molly. Like always Harry sat between Sirius and Ron, opposite him sat Snape and Arthur Weasley. The entire room was filled with chatter and laughter no one really paying much attention to Harry who was glancing continuously at Snape when he knew the potion master wasn’t looking at him. Harry wasn’t sure when the urge to have Severus for himself had come but it had been building steadily over the last few months both at school and on holidays. Harry still wasn’t a 100% sure he was purely gay but he knew he wanted Snape and that was enough to act on it.

As he’d done the day before Harry silently kicked off his shoes and having toed off his socks slid effortlessly down in his chair so that he could reach his leg out. Glancing briefly beneath the table on the pretence of having dropped his napkin Harry made sure that it was Snape’s legs he was aiming for. The last thing Harry needed was to feel Arthur Weasley up, or worse still the headmaster who was sitting the other side of Severus. Careful to still appear to be eating and taking part in conversations, Harry pressed his foot against Snape’s boot. Harry glanced casually across at Snape as he put a little pressure on the boot to ensure the potion master felt he was there. Snape looked up from his meal a questioning eyebrow raised at Harry who merely smiled politely at him as if he had know idea what was going on. Frowning slightly Snape turned back to his meal and the conversation he was having with Arthur and Charlie Weasley. Judging his time right Harry slid his foot beneath the folds of Snape’s robes before sliding his foot up the inseam of Snape’s trouser leg to the wizards’ knee. Snape coughed around the mouthful of his turkey as Harry curled his toes over Snape’s kneecap.

“Are you okay Severus?” Dumbledore patted Snape on the back carefully as the potion professor put down his fork and glared across the table at Harry. Harry however ignored it and continued his conversation with Sirius pretending not to even notice that Severus had practically spat turkey all over the table.

“Yeah fine, just inhaled.” Harry heard Snape reply to Dumbledore and caught out of the corner of his eye Snape reaching for a glass of water. Using the opportunity of a distracted Snape, Harry slid his foot again along the inseam of the trousers this time over the man’s thigh and into his groin. Harry could hardly conceal his smile as Snape dropped the water jug his right hand darting beneath the table to grab a firm hold of Harry’s foot now pressed lightly against his crotch.

“Snivelrus, you’re hopeless bastard aren’t you?” Sirius this time broke his conversation with Harry to glared across at Snape opposite it him at the table. Harry too looked across at his potion’s master who looked a little flustered and more than a little irritated as he tried to help Molly clean up the spill, all the while his right hand wrapped in a death grip around Harry’s foot beneath the table and out of sight.

“Indeed Black hopeless but at least I’m not infested with fleas.” Harry smiled and laughed into his napkin but was abruptly stopped when Snape squeezed and twisted his foot making him yelp a little in pain. The comment wasn’t up to Snape’s usual witty comebacks but considering his distraction it was pretty good. When the mess was cleared up and everyone got back to eating, Snape was forced to let go of Harry’s foot to eat. Harry again seized the opportunity and pressed his foot firmer into Snape’s crotch watching as he wizard sat up a little straighter to try and escape the awkward massage that Harry was attempting to give him with his foot. The main meal gave way to desert and Snape cleared his throat on more than one occasion to cover his grunt of surprise when Harry pushed more firmly. Harry could hardly believe he was getting away with it but it wasn’t to last, Harry could already feel Snape’s hardness even if it was confined behind the tight back pants beneath the robe he wore. Still trying to avoid looking at Snape, Harry was forced to look up at him when desert arrived. Reaching up for a slice of apple crumble Harry smiled ruefully to himself as he saw the small beads of nervous perspiration on Snape’s forehead and upper lip. Snape’s gaze was icy as he stared at Harry whose foot was still doing its job. For a long moment the pair stared each other down, Snape practically begging Harry to stop and Harry daring the man to say something aloud. It was Lupin’s voice however that broke the stalemate.

“Are you okay Severus, you look a little flushed…” Almost immediately Snape stood up from the dinner table and having muttered his apology strode from the room and disappeared upstairs.

“God that freak is strange, I think he’s on drugs, or at least inhaling too much of those potions he makes.” Sirius muttered after Severus had gone and everyone had gone back to finishing their puddings. Harry didn’t dare go after the elder wizard, it would just be too obvious and Dumbledore was already eyeing him suspiciously. After desert was cleared away and the junk food had been broken out, everyone began moving into the lounge room and Harry took the opportunity to escape. Telling Ron he had to use the bathroom, Harry scuttled upstairs and carefully tiptoed down the hallway to glance into Snape’s room, the door left ajar a very un Snape like mistake. Snape liked his privacy and would keep his door closed and locked whenever he was at Grimmauld Place.

“Come in and close the door.” Snape snapped before Harry could even say anything or even announce his arrival. Carefully Harry did as he was told, taking a moment to note how plain the room was compared to his own. Snape was stood over by the dresser, his arms supporting his weight on the edge of the wooden piece of furniture while he bent over it and continued to breath deeply. Harry couldn’t see Snape’s face but he assumed the professor was pretty pissed off. “You have got to stop reading those magazines Potter, I don’t enjoying being humiliated in public.” Snape’s voice came out calmer and less angry than Harry had expected it to be.

“What magazines?” Harry swallowed nervously trying and failing to sound innocent. Harry knew he’d failed in his attempt when Severus looked up over his shoulder at Harry, his gaze narrowed dangerously and his lips thin in irritation.

“Don’t fuck with me Potter, the trash you brought from Draco Malfoy.” Harry coloured as he dropped his gaze to the floor, his hands twisting nervously in his lap. Snape knew about the magazines and their source, Harry was horrified. “Don’t look so devastated Harry, I’m not the head of Slytherin for just any reason. I know everything that comes and goes through my house including Draco Malfoy’s little supply business.”

“How come you don’t….” Harry trailed off as Snape glanced up at him pointedly.

“Confiscate it and have randy teenaged wizards running around screwing the shit out of each other? No I’d much rather you play solo than invite your friends around.” Harry nodded in understanding, the potion master having a point. It was essentially better to have students experimenting with themselves than running around getting each other pregnant and the like.

“How do you know I didn’t think that up on my own?” Harry inquired wondering where Snape got off thinking he didn’t have an imagination. Snape again looked up contemptibly over his shoulder at Harry who after half a second realized his mistake. “Right, yeah the whole virgin thing.” Snape simply scoffed irritably and turned back to staring at the polished top of his dresser. Harry shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other in the silence that followed before finally Harry couldn’t help himself. Harry had to ask, had to know if it had worked. “Did you….” Harry paused nervously as he watched Snape eye him again from over his shoulder. “Well, you know, did it make you….” Harry trailed off as Snape finally straightened himself from the dresser and turned to face Harry his expression unreadable.

“I believe the question you’re searching for is, did I cream my pants?” Harry blushed and nodded at Snape’s flat comment. “No, I didn’t and thanks to Madam Mankin’s robe shop I was spared the humiliation of having to excuse myself from the table with a visible erection.” Harry sighed a little in disappointment but knew better than to voice his opinion, Snape was already majorly pissed as it was without adding further fuel. “Tell me why you did it? Was it the fact you’re horny, was it the spur of the moment decision or was it an attempt at repayment from last week?” Harry worried his lip nervously as he lowered his gaze from Severus, who had now rounded the end of his bed and was carefully searching through a wooden box of potion vials on his bedside table.

Harry didn’t reply but was spared the humiliation of admitting the truth when Snape turned around a purple potion vial in his hand, which he unstoppered and drank in one go. “Judging from that face, I’d say it was the latter reason rather than the first two.” Severus muttered as he stepped up to Harry, so close the boy had to strain his neck to look up properly at the elder wizards face. Harry froze as he watched Snape lean down to him, those moist thin lips meeting his own in a confident but gentle kiss. Remembering what Snape had said to him about their last kiss, Harry made a conscious effort to respond as Snape’s tongue slipped past his lips and darted expertly in to explore Harry’s mouth. With Snape so close and no wall for support, Harry was forced to wrap his arm around Snape’s waist to hold himself up, the other coming tentatively to rest on Snape’s hip as the wizard thoroughly devoured Harry’s mouth. Breathless Harry drew away from Snape to suck in a gasp of air, the boy’s eyes fluttering open this time to stare back at Snape in wonderment. Harry didn’t know what to do however when Snape reached down and guided Harry’s hand from his hip to his crotch and forced the boy to take a good feel of the package beneath the robes. “Let me make this clear for you Potter.” Snape breathed out still clutching Harry’s hand over his sizable jewels in his trousers. “You need to be damn sure you know what you want when you come at me like that again, because I’m not willing to be a game to you or some experiment with your sexuality for the sick kick you’d get out of doing your professor.” Snape paused as he leaned in closer to Harry so that his nose was touching the boy’s. “I don’t share, I don’t like being humiliated and I’m a Dominant, if you can’t handle any of those things I suggest you look else where for your kicks. I’d be risking a hell of a lot to be with you Potter, sacrifices I’m not at present willing to commit to until you really know and understand what you want is that understood?” Harry nodded numbly as Snape stepped back from him, Harry’s hand automatically falling away from Snape’s crotch. “Now get out I have a headache.” Snape snapped sharply as he turned and headed back for his bed. Harry obediently slipped out of the bedroom and scurried down the hall to his own room he shared with Sirius. Shutting, locking and warding the door Harry ran over to his bed and collapsed onto it. Without even bothering to undo his buttons Harry pushed his jeans over his hips and pulled his throbbing cock from within his cotton pants. He’d been as hard as hell since Snape had kissed him, and with every word Snape had uttered in that velvet rich tone Harry loved so much, the harder Harry had become. It had been such a serious moment yet Harry had found nothing but pleasure in the wizard’s raw power over him. Standing up from the bed Harry bent over and with a hand rubbing his puckered but dry arse and the other pumping his shaft frantically, Harry sought release. He knew he needed to think about this, but he couldn’t do it until he was relaxed and that ultimately meant wanking even with everyone downstairs.

Severus had been right, he needed to know that this was what he wanted, and he needed to know for sure….

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

A/N *Dances around happily* Yay for me, I\'ve managed to sherk my writers block and so this story finally has one kick arse ending...... admittedly Sev has yet to go through the wringer but I\'m sure you\'ll all be pleased with the outcome. Glad to see some order returning to AFF.net, I was concerned that most of the authors and readers alike had flown the coop for more stable surroundings. *Waves to reviewers* Thanks for all the nice things you\'re saying it makes writing worth while.

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