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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
6,196
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Temptation of the Forbidden Fruit
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Until Life Escapes Us
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Chapter Two: Temptation of the Forbidden Fruit
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not my idea and here out should not be thought so.
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Warning: This story will in the future contain slash, so be warned.
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On the coast of the deepened waters, thrashing mildly against the spouting island, a tremble of a dimly lit boat appeared from the vast expanse of ocean. Cloaks of sorts thrashed with the current wind, hiding away faces and paling the skin on the new travelers’ skin.
He held more mystery than the deepest parts of the ocean and with that came darkness falling from the sky in small droplets of water that thinned and dispersed over the land that was clouded with the darkly colored clouds. Formations of storms echoing thunder and shifting under highly cautious conditions trembled with violent malevolence, a mood for the now docking boat.
Dumbledore stepped down from the water-bitten wood steps, a soft smile on his face, but not well seen through the darkness and the small light near the docking boat, “So good of you to come. I was wondering when you might arrive, though I hadn’t expected you so soon.” Dumbledore shook the man’s hand, leading him up the steps that he had prior walked on.
“I assume that you will enjoy your stay as our new Defense Against The Arts, Professor Tripe.” The man merely nodded his head, taking in the sight of the towering school that was Hogwarts. His dark onyx eyes followed over lit windows and then turned to look at the dark forest lying to the right of the enormous school.
“I must say, your recommendations were among the highest I have seen; almost all of the Ministry of Magic new your name in detail. Of course, you will begin teaching for us tomorrow and then from there out.” Dumbledore continued with a moon-glassed smile, one that he had almost always present. Though, he seemed to be a bit off by the man’s complexion, carrying one darker than that of Severus Snape’s.
The men continued in through the huge doors greeting the entrance of Hogwarts and disappeared to ready themselves for dinner.
~*~
Severus rose from the bed, looking out at the window and noting the dark that carried over. Rain was pouring with harsh beat, pelting the glass with hard thrusts of strength and then streaming down the glass to pool at the sill of the glass panel. He took a small glance at the now awaken teen, who peered almost in a trance out the window, but gave his professor the needed attention after another half-glance at the sky.
“Mr. Potter, I would expect you to be well enough to attend dinner and now take up your current residency in your own quarters.” Snape left the room, his robes billowing behind him, much like they always do when he walks off in a hurry. Harry quickly drew up his glasses and shifted out of the room, heading to his rooms to change into his proper robes. He hadn’t remembered much from the night before; all he knew was he woke to a man holding him tightly in his arms, but wasn’t quite sure if it had been by accident because the man had pulled away immediately and shifted off the bed.
Ron greeted him in the hallway, “Hello, Harry! Good to see you are doing well. Malfoy got what was coming, he has to spend the next month with Filch in detention, which he is serving in the Forbidden Forest,” he exclaimed excitedly. “Did you know that the new Defense Against The Dark Art’s teacher is arriving tonight? I overheard Neville talking about it in the common room, says that the bloke is twice as scary as Snape. Fancy that, the man is going to be opposition for Snape. Not looking forward to it though.”
Ron was beginning to speak a mile a minute and Harry had only enough time to register it before his best friend was pulling him out the door to go to dinner. Since Harry had already readied himself for going to dinner, he simply complied with his friend’s wishes and headed off towards the dinner hall.
~*~
Excited chatter was rising over the hall as students peered at the head table, watching the man who carried a darker complexion, and was –true to gossip- scarier than Snape. The man had dark hair that draped over his shoulders, shining brightly underneath the magical ceiling. His eyes were dark and showed no sign of color, other than black. His lips were drawn in a thin line, matching Severus’ who sat just a little way down from him. What was most interesting was that his eyes never stopped staring at Harry.
Harry shifted uncomfortably, watching the man peer over at him like a hawk. His hands were drawn over his chest, crossing tightly against the black robes. No doubt that the man was Slitheren. He watched Harry with fixated eyes that never ceased their position. Even when Dumbledore rose to introduce him did his eyes move from Harry.
Severus watched the man; his mouth gaped slightly, but quickly regained its place. The man was watching Harry, almost as though making note of everything the boy did at the table. What made him more uneasy was the fact that the man appeared to be darker than anyone he had ever met in his life, except maybe those who followed the Dark Lord.
“Vincent Tripe will be our new Defense Against The Dark Arts professor, starting tomorrow. I would like to thank Professor Madison for subbing while we awaited his arrival.” The succession of students and teachers applauded the man, yet he did not stir to thank anyone, merely continued to stare at Harry.
Harry shifted his eyes, and peered over at Hermione and Ron, whom at this time were watching each other and holding hands gleefully. Harry sighed with a smile and then brought his eyes to the head table once more. The DADA professor was still staring at him; his expression had not change in the least of what it had been before.
~*~
“Mr. Potter, so glad to have finally met your acquaintance.” Professor Tripe stood over him, towering in dark capes, onyx eyes fixated once more on Harry. Harry shifted, turning his head abruptly to the side and finally meeting his DADA’s professor’s eyes.
“Uh, yeah, yours too,” he replied stupidly, turning to look for some way out of the situation. The older man was making him extremely uncomfortable and the closeness was in turn making his heart race.
Professor Tripe shifted closer, his eyes watching the boy back up against the wall of the somewhat darkened hall way. He brought a hand to where the scar rested on the boy’s forehead, running a warm finger to trace the inscription. “I see you have the famous scar, something I have wanted myself to see.” He continued to trace the scar.
Harry was focusing mostly on controlling his breathing, feeling the warm heat that was now tracing over his scar in a slow motion. He closed his eyes, gaping his mouth slightly at the continual of the massaging touch. Warm air resolute over his neck, sending shivers to cascade the length of his spine and curl around the sensitive skin below his robes.
Before he had a chance to regain his breathing, a wet mouth traced over his neck, licking softly and then sucking in the skin to be coaxed into the hot mouth. Harry couldn’t believe that this was happening and wondered how he had first come into a hall this deserted. He noticed that once he had in the past begun to walk, he would lose track of time and in turn stay out after curfew also traveling places that he had not prior registered.
A hand eased its way underneath the protection of his robes and carried over lithe and slightly toned muscle that Harry had gained with his Quittich practice. He took in a sharp breath, holding it before he felt the finger trace over a hard nipple, which it began to circle and twist lightly.
“You will be mine, Potter.” The man’s voice said heatedly into his ear, low and slightly huskily. Before Harry had time to do anything, the man was gone with a flash and he was left, hearing thudding footsteps at the end of the hallway. He turned his head to see the recognizable form of his Potion’s master and shivered slightly.
“Mr. Potter, what are you doing out here past curfew?! Twenty points from Gryffindor.” His eyes traced over the boy’s face and found hints of lust and confusion. Suddenly he was aware of the half-risen shirt and disarrangement of the boy’s tie. His eyes went from angry to furious within a matter of seconds and he immediately closed in on Harry, mouthing his anger with the misplacement of his words.
“What in Merlin’s name have you been doing, Potter?” His voice was brisk and heated with the fury that flamed in his eyes. He began to move forward slightly, closing off the space between him and the boy.
Harry stuttered and tried to shrink away, but knew that it would only accomplish more guilt and hatred from Snape. He tried the best he could to form coherent words and sentences, but all he could say was “he touched me…” and that was all he could voice out before letting a tear form in his eyes.
Severus watched the teen, his eyes widening in surprise, but not yet free of anger. “Who touched you, Potter?” He began, sourly dowsing his words with the bitter eagerness of knowing who touched the boy.
~*~
A/N: I know this is a short chapter, but I wanted to be able to put a start to the main point of the story. Hope you enjoyed !
Until Life Escapes Us
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Chapter Two: Temptation of the Forbidden Fruit
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not my idea and here out should not be thought so.
--------------------------
Warning: This story will in the future contain slash, so be warned.
--------------------------
On the coast of the deepened waters, thrashing mildly against the spouting island, a tremble of a dimly lit boat appeared from the vast expanse of ocean. Cloaks of sorts thrashed with the current wind, hiding away faces and paling the skin on the new travelers’ skin.
He held more mystery than the deepest parts of the ocean and with that came darkness falling from the sky in small droplets of water that thinned and dispersed over the land that was clouded with the darkly colored clouds. Formations of storms echoing thunder and shifting under highly cautious conditions trembled with violent malevolence, a mood for the now docking boat.
Dumbledore stepped down from the water-bitten wood steps, a soft smile on his face, but not well seen through the darkness and the small light near the docking boat, “So good of you to come. I was wondering when you might arrive, though I hadn’t expected you so soon.” Dumbledore shook the man’s hand, leading him up the steps that he had prior walked on.
“I assume that you will enjoy your stay as our new Defense Against The Arts, Professor Tripe.” The man merely nodded his head, taking in the sight of the towering school that was Hogwarts. His dark onyx eyes followed over lit windows and then turned to look at the dark forest lying to the right of the enormous school.
“I must say, your recommendations were among the highest I have seen; almost all of the Ministry of Magic new your name in detail. Of course, you will begin teaching for us tomorrow and then from there out.” Dumbledore continued with a moon-glassed smile, one that he had almost always present. Though, he seemed to be a bit off by the man’s complexion, carrying one darker than that of Severus Snape’s.
The men continued in through the huge doors greeting the entrance of Hogwarts and disappeared to ready themselves for dinner.
~*~
Severus rose from the bed, looking out at the window and noting the dark that carried over. Rain was pouring with harsh beat, pelting the glass with hard thrusts of strength and then streaming down the glass to pool at the sill of the glass panel. He took a small glance at the now awaken teen, who peered almost in a trance out the window, but gave his professor the needed attention after another half-glance at the sky.
“Mr. Potter, I would expect you to be well enough to attend dinner and now take up your current residency in your own quarters.” Snape left the room, his robes billowing behind him, much like they always do when he walks off in a hurry. Harry quickly drew up his glasses and shifted out of the room, heading to his rooms to change into his proper robes. He hadn’t remembered much from the night before; all he knew was he woke to a man holding him tightly in his arms, but wasn’t quite sure if it had been by accident because the man had pulled away immediately and shifted off the bed.
Ron greeted him in the hallway, “Hello, Harry! Good to see you are doing well. Malfoy got what was coming, he has to spend the next month with Filch in detention, which he is serving in the Forbidden Forest,” he exclaimed excitedly. “Did you know that the new Defense Against The Dark Art’s teacher is arriving tonight? I overheard Neville talking about it in the common room, says that the bloke is twice as scary as Snape. Fancy that, the man is going to be opposition for Snape. Not looking forward to it though.”
Ron was beginning to speak a mile a minute and Harry had only enough time to register it before his best friend was pulling him out the door to go to dinner. Since Harry had already readied himself for going to dinner, he simply complied with his friend’s wishes and headed off towards the dinner hall.
~*~
Excited chatter was rising over the hall as students peered at the head table, watching the man who carried a darker complexion, and was –true to gossip- scarier than Snape. The man had dark hair that draped over his shoulders, shining brightly underneath the magical ceiling. His eyes were dark and showed no sign of color, other than black. His lips were drawn in a thin line, matching Severus’ who sat just a little way down from him. What was most interesting was that his eyes never stopped staring at Harry.
Harry shifted uncomfortably, watching the man peer over at him like a hawk. His hands were drawn over his chest, crossing tightly against the black robes. No doubt that the man was Slitheren. He watched Harry with fixated eyes that never ceased their position. Even when Dumbledore rose to introduce him did his eyes move from Harry.
Severus watched the man; his mouth gaped slightly, but quickly regained its place. The man was watching Harry, almost as though making note of everything the boy did at the table. What made him more uneasy was the fact that the man appeared to be darker than anyone he had ever met in his life, except maybe those who followed the Dark Lord.
“Vincent Tripe will be our new Defense Against The Dark Arts professor, starting tomorrow. I would like to thank Professor Madison for subbing while we awaited his arrival.” The succession of students and teachers applauded the man, yet he did not stir to thank anyone, merely continued to stare at Harry.
Harry shifted his eyes, and peered over at Hermione and Ron, whom at this time were watching each other and holding hands gleefully. Harry sighed with a smile and then brought his eyes to the head table once more. The DADA professor was still staring at him; his expression had not change in the least of what it had been before.
~*~
“Mr. Potter, so glad to have finally met your acquaintance.” Professor Tripe stood over him, towering in dark capes, onyx eyes fixated once more on Harry. Harry shifted, turning his head abruptly to the side and finally meeting his DADA’s professor’s eyes.
“Uh, yeah, yours too,” he replied stupidly, turning to look for some way out of the situation. The older man was making him extremely uncomfortable and the closeness was in turn making his heart race.
Professor Tripe shifted closer, his eyes watching the boy back up against the wall of the somewhat darkened hall way. He brought a hand to where the scar rested on the boy’s forehead, running a warm finger to trace the inscription. “I see you have the famous scar, something I have wanted myself to see.” He continued to trace the scar.
Harry was focusing mostly on controlling his breathing, feeling the warm heat that was now tracing over his scar in a slow motion. He closed his eyes, gaping his mouth slightly at the continual of the massaging touch. Warm air resolute over his neck, sending shivers to cascade the length of his spine and curl around the sensitive skin below his robes.
Before he had a chance to regain his breathing, a wet mouth traced over his neck, licking softly and then sucking in the skin to be coaxed into the hot mouth. Harry couldn’t believe that this was happening and wondered how he had first come into a hall this deserted. He noticed that once he had in the past begun to walk, he would lose track of time and in turn stay out after curfew also traveling places that he had not prior registered.
A hand eased its way underneath the protection of his robes and carried over lithe and slightly toned muscle that Harry had gained with his Quittich practice. He took in a sharp breath, holding it before he felt the finger trace over a hard nipple, which it began to circle and twist lightly.
“You will be mine, Potter.” The man’s voice said heatedly into his ear, low and slightly huskily. Before Harry had time to do anything, the man was gone with a flash and he was left, hearing thudding footsteps at the end of the hallway. He turned his head to see the recognizable form of his Potion’s master and shivered slightly.
“Mr. Potter, what are you doing out here past curfew?! Twenty points from Gryffindor.” His eyes traced over the boy’s face and found hints of lust and confusion. Suddenly he was aware of the half-risen shirt and disarrangement of the boy’s tie. His eyes went from angry to furious within a matter of seconds and he immediately closed in on Harry, mouthing his anger with the misplacement of his words.
“What in Merlin’s name have you been doing, Potter?” His voice was brisk and heated with the fury that flamed in his eyes. He began to move forward slightly, closing off the space between him and the boy.
Harry stuttered and tried to shrink away, but knew that it would only accomplish more guilt and hatred from Snape. He tried the best he could to form coherent words and sentences, but all he could say was “he touched me…” and that was all he could voice out before letting a tear form in his eyes.
Severus watched the teen, his eyes widening in surprise, but not yet free of anger. “Who touched you, Potter?” He began, sourly dowsing his words with the bitter eagerness of knowing who touched the boy.
~*~
A/N: I know this is a short chapter, but I wanted to be able to put a start to the main point of the story. Hope you enjoyed !