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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
53
Views:
49,155
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273
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1
Currently Reading:
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Temptation
CHAPTER 19
Harry awoke lazily wrapped in the warmth of an unfamiliar blanket, not quite sure where he was or what had happened. As he slowly opened his eyes Harry stretched a little in the warmth, surprised somewhat to find the bed he was lying in was huge. Carefully Harry sat up and having blinked a couple of times to drive away the lasting mist of sleep in his vision, managed to locate his glasses on a table beside the bed. Putting his glasses on and with a little more clarity Harry looked around and froze when he recognized the room.
”Fuck me.” Harry whispered breathlessly to himself wondering how on earth he’d got here. A chuckle from over in the corner had his head snapping around to stare at the figure of the potions master sitting comfortably in the chair by the fire, a book open in his lap and a breakfast tray levitated beside him.
“Don’t tempt me Potter, I might just accept the offer.” With a rueful smile at the young wizard in his bed Snape took a moment to enjoy the blush that crept up Harry’s cheeks before gesturing casually to the breakfast tray. “Come and have something to eat, after last nights colorful waterworks I’d assume your stomach is empty.” Harry nodded and went to climb out of bed, only just realizing he was naked. Looking around for signs of a robe or something to pull on Harry was disappointed when he found nothing. However being resourceful Harry tugged the white linen sheet out from beneath the blanket and having wrapped it awkwardly around his scrawny frame shuffled over to where Severus was continuing to read his book and sip his cup of tea. Snape smiled to himself secretly as he watched Harry’s amusing antics over the top of his book. Harry selected a few pieces of buttered toast and a glass of orange from the tray before shuffling over to the padded seat atop Snape’s trunk that was at the bottom of the large bed. Snape watched carefully as Harry struggled to keep the sheet up over himself as he ate, eventually giving up and letting it fall dangerously around his hips as he ate the toast enthusiastically.
“What happened?” Harry queried wondering when his visions had got so bad they blocked out other memories. Snape looked up from his book and carefully closed it, before finishing his tea and putting it aside.
“You passed out in the bath from exhaustion, I kept you here to keep an eye on you. I’m assuming you felt the effects of Crutiatus during the vision yes?” Harry nodded remembering all to well the pain of the curse and Snape’s screams. Standing from his chair Snape disappeared into the living room only to return a few moments later with a small rack of vials. “You need to drink them all in order, best to do it quickly.” Harry swallowed his mouthful of toast and obediently swallowed each foul tasting concoction Snape handed to him until he was coughing and spluttering with revulsion. With the last vial taken Snape took the empty vials back out to the living room while Harry washed the potions down with his orange juice. Returning to the bedroom Snape resumed his seat by the fire his hands folded neatly in his lap as he stared at Harry. There really was no way of dancing around the issue they needed to discuss and Snape was in no mood to make polite conversation anyway. With a deep calming breath Snape spoke. “How long have you been sharing my dreams Potter?” Harry frowned in confusion and shrugged his shoulders.
“What dreams? I’m assuming all the shit I dream about is my own.” Snape rolled his eyes at Harry’s language; the boy just didn’t know how to help himself. With a sigh Snape pointed across the room to the dresser and for the first time since waking up Harry noticed a familiar silver pensieve sitting atop of it between the pictures. Harry guiltily looked back at Snape remembering all to well what had happened with the pensieve last time.
“Last night you had a vision from the dark lord, but you superimposed the pain from the vision into a dream of mine. A nightmare I have regularly about my own death, the nightmare I had last night. I want you to tell me when you began sharing my dreams.” Again Harry shrugged his shoulders having not even realized he was sharing anybody’s dreams except his own.
“I don’t know, I thought they were mine.” Harry whispered as he put the half square of toast back on the plate, loosing his appetite again as memories of last nights dream came back to him. “I don’t want to dream about those sorts of things.” Snape sighed; the feeling was defiantly mutual regarding that particular dream.
“I think we need to start Occlumency training again.” With that Snape stood up from the seat and strode back into the living room, leaving Harry to scurry after him still clutching the sheet around his naked body.
“Hey, what! I thought you said I couldn’t be taught, that I was stupid and didn’t listen. You called me incompetent!” Harry protested loudly hardly believing that Snape was the one suggesting they take up the training again, that had nearly seen them kill one another last time they tried. Harry stumbled over the sheet as he hurried like a penguin into the lounge room where Snape was pulling on his cloak and picking up a small pile of parchment from the coffee table.
“I might have been a little hasty in my assessment of your abilities Potter but I stand by the fact that you did not listen to me once during our last tutoring session, something I hope you will overcome this time around. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to see the headmaster. I will expect you to be up and dressed before I get back.” Not giving Harry chance to question him further Snape turned and strode from the chambers leaving Harry standing in the middle of the lounge room looking very much like a kicked puppy. Harry sighed and shuffled back into the bedroom to flop down with a bounce back onto Severus’ bed. Snuggling into the pillows Harry inhaled deeply on the hint of spicy scent that was purely Snape. If there had been one thing Harry had remembered from last night it had been his confession to Snape, but this morning the potions professor had acted like it hadn’t even happened. Harry berated himself silently, wondering what on earth he’d said wrong last night how in the world he was going to fix it.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>
Harry awoke lazily wrapped in the warmth of an unfamiliar blanket, not quite sure where he was or what had happened. As he slowly opened his eyes Harry stretched a little in the warmth, surprised somewhat to find the bed he was lying in was huge. Carefully Harry sat up and having blinked a couple of times to drive away the lasting mist of sleep in his vision, managed to locate his glasses on a table beside the bed. Putting his glasses on and with a little more clarity Harry looked around and froze when he recognized the room.
”Fuck me.” Harry whispered breathlessly to himself wondering how on earth he’d got here. A chuckle from over in the corner had his head snapping around to stare at the figure of the potions master sitting comfortably in the chair by the fire, a book open in his lap and a breakfast tray levitated beside him.
“Don’t tempt me Potter, I might just accept the offer.” With a rueful smile at the young wizard in his bed Snape took a moment to enjoy the blush that crept up Harry’s cheeks before gesturing casually to the breakfast tray. “Come and have something to eat, after last nights colorful waterworks I’d assume your stomach is empty.” Harry nodded and went to climb out of bed, only just realizing he was naked. Looking around for signs of a robe or something to pull on Harry was disappointed when he found nothing. However being resourceful Harry tugged the white linen sheet out from beneath the blanket and having wrapped it awkwardly around his scrawny frame shuffled over to where Severus was continuing to read his book and sip his cup of tea. Snape smiled to himself secretly as he watched Harry’s amusing antics over the top of his book. Harry selected a few pieces of buttered toast and a glass of orange from the tray before shuffling over to the padded seat atop Snape’s trunk that was at the bottom of the large bed. Snape watched carefully as Harry struggled to keep the sheet up over himself as he ate, eventually giving up and letting it fall dangerously around his hips as he ate the toast enthusiastically.
“What happened?” Harry queried wondering when his visions had got so bad they blocked out other memories. Snape looked up from his book and carefully closed it, before finishing his tea and putting it aside.
“You passed out in the bath from exhaustion, I kept you here to keep an eye on you. I’m assuming you felt the effects of Crutiatus during the vision yes?” Harry nodded remembering all to well the pain of the curse and Snape’s screams. Standing from his chair Snape disappeared into the living room only to return a few moments later with a small rack of vials. “You need to drink them all in order, best to do it quickly.” Harry swallowed his mouthful of toast and obediently swallowed each foul tasting concoction Snape handed to him until he was coughing and spluttering with revulsion. With the last vial taken Snape took the empty vials back out to the living room while Harry washed the potions down with his orange juice. Returning to the bedroom Snape resumed his seat by the fire his hands folded neatly in his lap as he stared at Harry. There really was no way of dancing around the issue they needed to discuss and Snape was in no mood to make polite conversation anyway. With a deep calming breath Snape spoke. “How long have you been sharing my dreams Potter?” Harry frowned in confusion and shrugged his shoulders.
“What dreams? I’m assuming all the shit I dream about is my own.” Snape rolled his eyes at Harry’s language; the boy just didn’t know how to help himself. With a sigh Snape pointed across the room to the dresser and for the first time since waking up Harry noticed a familiar silver pensieve sitting atop of it between the pictures. Harry guiltily looked back at Snape remembering all to well what had happened with the pensieve last time.
“Last night you had a vision from the dark lord, but you superimposed the pain from the vision into a dream of mine. A nightmare I have regularly about my own death, the nightmare I had last night. I want you to tell me when you began sharing my dreams.” Again Harry shrugged his shoulders having not even realized he was sharing anybody’s dreams except his own.
“I don’t know, I thought they were mine.” Harry whispered as he put the half square of toast back on the plate, loosing his appetite again as memories of last nights dream came back to him. “I don’t want to dream about those sorts of things.” Snape sighed; the feeling was defiantly mutual regarding that particular dream.
“I think we need to start Occlumency training again.” With that Snape stood up from the seat and strode back into the living room, leaving Harry to scurry after him still clutching the sheet around his naked body.
“Hey, what! I thought you said I couldn’t be taught, that I was stupid and didn’t listen. You called me incompetent!” Harry protested loudly hardly believing that Snape was the one suggesting they take up the training again, that had nearly seen them kill one another last time they tried. Harry stumbled over the sheet as he hurried like a penguin into the lounge room where Snape was pulling on his cloak and picking up a small pile of parchment from the coffee table.
“I might have been a little hasty in my assessment of your abilities Potter but I stand by the fact that you did not listen to me once during our last tutoring session, something I hope you will overcome this time around. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to see the headmaster. I will expect you to be up and dressed before I get back.” Not giving Harry chance to question him further Snape turned and strode from the chambers leaving Harry standing in the middle of the lounge room looking very much like a kicked puppy. Harry sighed and shuffled back into the bedroom to flop down with a bounce back onto Severus’ bed. Snuggling into the pillows Harry inhaled deeply on the hint of spicy scent that was purely Snape. If there had been one thing Harry had remembered from last night it had been his confession to Snape, but this morning the potions professor had acted like it hadn’t even happened. Harry berated himself silently, wondering what on earth he’d said wrong last night how in the world he was going to fix it.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>