Crush of the Black Silk Boxers

¤¤¤CRUSH OF THE BLACK SILK BOXERS¤¤¤

Harry awoke to find himself tucked into a giant antique wooden bed, surrounded by large pillows and covered by a warm comforter. Memories of what had happened came flooding back to him in a rush of emotion and he curled against a pillow and once again dissolved into tears. *Hagrid, his Hagrid, the half-giant who had rescued him from the Dursleys, who had always been there through thick and thin, was gone. He had no idea if Remus was alive, Pettigrew had at last came up with courage and sacraficed himself for Harry when the boy had hesitated, and half the Order had been killed before Harry did anything. Oh god, what had he done?*

A gentle tap on the shoulder interupted Harrys thoughts, and he turned over in the bed and wiped his tears onto the covers. A small house elf stood on the bed next to him. Her ears were larger than Dobbeys, as were her eyes, but her nose was smaller and she was wearing what looked to be a dress made out of cleaning rags. "Hello Mister Potter sir, I is Orta. Master sent me up to give Harry Potter food sir." The house elf shoved a large dinner platter in front of Harry as he sat up. His hair fell into his eyes, no longer out of control but still fashionably messy, and his green eyes, no longer obstructed by his glasses after an eyesite correctional charm in hs 7th year, scanned the room for any signs of his old proffesor. "Where's Snape?"

"Master is downstairs in his study, he is telling me that you is to eat and shower and get dressed and goes down to see him. Orta is be showing you where to go when sir is done his food." With that, Harry watched as the small creature dissapeared with a soft 'pop'. He sighed and looked down at his full dinner tray, using his fork to pick at bits of it once in a while. *What have I done? They're all dead and it's all my fault. If I hadn't hesitated, if I had just done what I was supposed to, would they still be alive?*

He pushed the platter away and got out of the huge bed. He grabbed the large towels the house elf had left and walked across the soft carpet to the tile floor of the large adjoining bathroom. *If this is a guest room, what does the master bedroom look like?* Taking off his underwear, the only piece of clothing he had left on, Harry turned on the shower and stepped under the flowing downpour of hot water.

30 minutes later Harry stepped from the shower and wrapped a towel around himself. *It feels nice to be clean again.* Brushing his hair he stepped from the bathroom to find his food platter cleaned away and a set of older cloths lying neatly on the bed. *They must be a set of Snape's old cloths, comfortable though. Hmm, Snape actually wore these...* He smiled softly as he put the clothing on. He had long ago accepted to himself that he was attracted to his potions teacher, he had been since 7th year, the first time he saw his professor without his black robe on.

~*~*~*FLASHBACK*~*~*~
He had been going to practice out on the quititch pitch during his spare class when he had seen a single flyer land and head towards the changing rooms. He had seen that the rider was larger than most students here and, his curioustity piqued, he quickened his pace to find out who the lone rider had been. Upon arriving at the changing rooms, he had come face to face with a very surprised Proffesor Snape. He had very quickly noticed that his potions teacher was wearing only a pair of black silk boxers, was covered in a fine layer of sweat and, much to Harry's surprise, was a very handsome, muscular man. However, Snape was none to happy at having his least favorite student finding him in his underwear in the quiditch changing room, and not only physicly threw him out (proving to Harry that those muscles were more than just for show), but also went into a rant and ended up deducting 25 house points from Gryfindor.
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Harry had since come to admit to his friends that he was gay, though he hadn't told them of his attraction to Snape, who had become even more hateful towards him with the next few years. However, Snape had then dissapeared, apparently out working for dumbledore and the Order on a secret mission. He hadn't seen him again until the fight. *He held me last night, I remember being in his arms...did it mean anything?* He shook his head to clear his thoughts just as Orta came in. "Harry Potter sir, is you ready to go? Master is waiting for you downstairs." Harry merely nodded and followed the house elf out the door, through a wide hallway lined with portraits, down an extravagant staircase to the main area and finally to a large wooden door, stained the same black color as his bed and the doors and window edges in his room. "Harry Potter is to go inside, Orta go clean now." And with the that the creature went off to fulfill her regular duties.

Harry stared at the door for a minute before grasping the cold brass handle and letting himself in. He saw Snape sitting at a stained wooden desk in a large study lined with books, vials and an assortment of items or varying descriptions. Tables with cauldrons and other chemistry equipment filled the floor and the back wall of his study contained piles of parchement beside a large dresser and a small single bed. "Professor?"

Snape looked up from what he was writing to look Harry in the eye. "Have a seat Potter" He said, indicating an old wooden chair across from him before turning back to the piece of parchement in front of him. Harry sat and watched the potion masters hand fly across the sheet, his body sheathed in the thick black cloak he had used at Hogwarts. He was most likely wearing it now to keep the winters chill away, though Harry was slightly upset that he wouldn't be able to see his professor's body. "So," Snape said, looking up after a minute of silence, "how are you feeling today?"

"I'm fine I guess." *Except that every time I think of what happened I want to curl up and die.* Snape merely nodded and put his quill down. "I suppose I should give you a tour of the manor, Potter. I don't want to be having to chase you down if you get lost." Harry nodded and followed as his old teacher got up and left the study, magicly extinquishing the few lights in the room. "Sir, do you sleep in there?" Harry looked up at the potions master expectantly as he nodded and closed the door behind them.

"Yes Potter, the room you are in is the master bedroom. I find it out of my way and overly extravagent for my uses. My bed works fine for my needs." Harry nodded again and followed the potions master back to the entrance hall. *So that's why my room's so big. I wonder what he wears when he sleeps...* His thoughts were interupted as Snape began telling him about what they were seeing as they walked along.

"This is the entrance hall, to the left is the ballroom, to the right is the library and straight ahead are the main staircases. Behind them the hall holds many unused rooms as well as the dining room, kitchen, living room, my study, and a few other rooms. Now, as we go upstairs, you can see the sleeping quarters down the hall, and the stairway behind us leads to the enclosed garden and the observatory, both of which are on different levels. You can explore the manor at your leisure, but my study is off limits and you are not to mess anything up. Be especially careful in the library, enclosed garden and observatory. Outside we are surrounded by forest on three sides and the rest is lawn, though at the moment it is covered in snow. You got that Potter?"

Harry nodded w tiw times as he tried to take in all the information Snape was dealing out at once. "I think so" He replied, eyeing the door to his temporary room. "Sir, how long am I to be staying here?" *Maybey'ley'll catch the last of the Death Eaters right away...or maybe it'll take a long time and I can get to know Snape better.* "You will be here for as long as it takes for the ministry to round up the last of Voldemorts supporters, Potter. So long as you don't get in my way I will not get in yours, and we can survive together until such a time as Dumbledore says you are free to leave my residence." With that, Snape turned and went back down the stairs to shut himself away in his study once again. *Or we can spend a long time with me being bored out of my mind and him locked away in his rooms.* Harry sighed and decided it was a good time to do some old fashion plotting. *Like it or not Snape, I am not going to let my chance to get closer to you pass me by.*

A/N:Hello, I decided it wasn't nice to leave you wonderful people with such a crappy chapter, so I updated again. It's not as OOC as the first one, and it's longer, and in my opinion much better than the first chapter. I hope you people like my story so far, and please review to tell me what you think so far.