The Trip
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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5,198
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20
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the announcement and the bet
AN : Hey... I'm back.. and this is the second installment for The Trip. I'm very gratefull to all of you who gave me their reviews. I already have a beta now, and this chapter is already betaed... Thank You For darkladyd who's been willing to beta this thing of mine.. he he he he he... hope fro more reviews and tell me what you think 'bout it.
note:
"..." : conversation
[...] : parseltounge
THE TRIP
THE ANNOUNCEMENT AND THE BET
"Well, if it isn't the mighty Potter, late for dinner!. Are you trying to make a grand entrance, or are you just incompetent as usual Potter?" Snape sneered.
"No, I’m late because a certain POTIONS PROFESSOR forgot to bring HIS part of the dueling club syllabus, and I had to review and combine both syllabuses before dinner! Oh, and the before mentioned Professor, also forgot to help make the rules for the duels! When they have to be announced today, at DINNER TIME!" Harry spat out angrily.
A pink tinge rouse in both of Severus cheeks, and his eyes glinted with deviance. "Well, other Professors have their own chores, unlike you Mister Potter! What other chores do you have? Oh sorry I forgot, you have piles of photographs that need to be signed! Maybe after dinner, your favorite house elf can distribute them, to your adoring fans!" Snape hissed out.
"Oh, that's below the belt, just below the belt! Only a sleazy Slithering as yourself can make a comment like that! Well you are sleazy, not to mention greasy! Just what did you do to your hair? Do you oil it everyday, or is it just a natural phenomena? I think you were born that way!" Harry said silkily, his eyes glaring dangerously.
"What about your own hair Mister Potter? Even a broom is more manageable than that rat's nest! Oh, and speaking of Houses. Only a Gryfindor, can make stardom out to be the most sacrificing job on Earth! Then again, maybe that is just you Potter!" Snape said, glaring just as dangerously in return.
"OOHH.. you slimy slytherin!"
"Obnoxious Gryfindor!"
"Greasy bat!"
"Impertinent brat!"
"Hooked nose!"
"Mop head!"
. Dinner at Hogwarts was never more fun! Insults between Professor Potter and Professor Snape became the entertainment for both the students, and their Professors. Today's insults were more prominent, because the Head Master was going to announce the re-opening of the Dueling Club
Both Professors, were tense and nervous. The first meeting of the Dueling Club was going to be their Wizarding Dueling date. Only Albus knew the date, and he was going to announce it at dinner. Because of his lateness, Harry had to sit in the last empty chair. Which just had to be juxtaposed with the Potions Master! Just as he sat down, Snape instantly launched into a verbal attack.
As the meal continued, the insults kepted flying back and forth, and by the end of the main course, both Professors were ready to point their wands at each other. Feeling the magic that was oozing from both of the combatants, the other Professors discreetly moved around to the other side of the table. The students were in awe of the silvery-blue light surrounding the head table, and the simple"ehm" from the Head Master that broke the tension between the two.
"Harry, sit on my right side please, and Severus, on my left." The Head Master asked, with a tinkle in his eyes.
They glared at each other before complying with the Headmaster's wish.
Attention please, I would like to make an announcement regarding the re-opening of the Dueling Club. Starting tomorrow, the Dueling Club will be open! Prefects of each House, please collect the names of those students who are interested in joining. Only fifth, and above years may join. However, the younger students are allowed to observe. The Masters are Professor Snape, and Professor Potter! With Myself supervising, of course." The Head Master stated, with a mad tinkle in his eyes.
Albus sighed softly at the two Professors, who were still glaring at each other. Neither noticing that the silence had broken, as the students starting talking amongst themselves about the announcement.
Suddenly Harry gave the Potions Master a very, very evil smirk.
‘What is that boy thinking now’ Severus thought, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
The Head Master cleared his throat, "Silence please, I have not finished. Prefects will give their lists to Professor Potter at the end of next week. The first meeting shall be held in two weeks time, from this night. I am also happy to announce, that there will be a demonstration from both of the Dueling Masters at the end of the first meeting." The Head Master said, with a slight chuckle.
Albus then sat down, and seeing the smirk that his DADA Professor was giving to the Potions Master, he lifted his eyebrow in curiosity.
"What is it Potter? You’re smirking, that would be a bad sign for all those present." The Potion Master asked, his curiosity finally getting the better of him.
"Not a bad sign, I was just thinking" Potter said lightly.
"That’s hilarious, Potter can think" Snape said, his lips forming a wicked smirk.
"Shut it Snape, I was thinking. Why don’t we make a bet with this duel?" Harry asked airily, almost as if he was bored with the conversation.
"What kind of bet?" Snape asked, before he thought about it.
"Simple, the loser will wear the winner's House robes. Maroon for you and Green for me. With gold trimmings for your robe and silver for mine" Harry said, his eyes flashing daringly up at the taller man.
"The lion for your robe Severus, and the serpent for Harry’s robe" Dumbledore added, as if from no where..
Snape hesitated for all of five seconds, before he stepped forward and sealed their bet. Both Professors shook hands, making the bet offical. By the end of dinner, the students had already started placing bets on the outcome of the approaching duel.
(Later that eveing)
Harry went to his chambers in the Gryfindor tower. A portrait of an Indian fakir with a king cobra snake circling his neck, guarded the entrance to his chamber.
"Good evening, Bhisma" Harry said to the Indian fakir.
"Good evening, Rama" The fakir replyed.
"My name is Harry, Bhisma. Not Rama" Harry automatically replied, as if one used to having this conversation many times before.
"Ah, your name maybe Harry in this life, but in another you were Rama, the great warrior. He who fights on the side of light, and keeps the world safe from evil. Even Kumbakarna has agreed with me." The fakir said, as he slides his hand to stroke his snake..
[Yessss, you ssssssmellsss of Rama]
[Thank you, for you obsssevrtationssss Kumba, will you open my chamber pleassssse]
The painting slides, revealing the entrance to Harry’s chamber. When he stepped inside and lights the fireplace, the warmth seems to seep inside the walls of his chamber. Harry shed his teaching robes and after taking his boots off; he also removed his pants.
Clad only in a pair of emerald boxers and his white teaching shirt, he went to the small kitchen and poured himself a glass of red wine. Unconsciously sauntering into the living room, Harry sat in the red wing back chair in front of the fire. With a flick of his hand, the sound of a Indian sitar softly echoed through the room.
Harry sat there for a long time, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere and the sweet wine. A hiss woke him up from his daydreaming.
[Good evening masssster]
[Good evening Shiva]
[You’re indulging your ssssssself tonight]
[Indulging?]
[The red liquid, you only drink them when you’re happy, or…content.]
Harry gave a small chuckle to the snake that slither towards him. The snake was the same kind as in the picture that guarded his room, an Indian king cobra. After slwoly climbing on Harry’s chair, it coiled itself around Harry’s neck.
[You can ssssssay that I am content. You alwaysssssssss are a good obssssservant Shiva]
[I am obssssservant regarding everything about my massster, and may I assssk what are you indulging about?]
[It is about another human Shiva, a very intriguing human. He can bait me like no other human can]
[Aah, you are interested in this human, are you not massster?]
Harry stayed silent for a long while, searching for an answer for the straight forward question......then he answered
[Yesss, I think I am Shiva, I think that I am]. The snake nods his head and stayed silent accompanying his master, who was enjoying the warmth of the brightly burning fire.
note:
"..." : conversation
[...] : parseltounge
THE TRIP
THE ANNOUNCEMENT AND THE BET
"Well, if it isn't the mighty Potter, late for dinner!. Are you trying to make a grand entrance, or are you just incompetent as usual Potter?" Snape sneered.
"No, I’m late because a certain POTIONS PROFESSOR forgot to bring HIS part of the dueling club syllabus, and I had to review and combine both syllabuses before dinner! Oh, and the before mentioned Professor, also forgot to help make the rules for the duels! When they have to be announced today, at DINNER TIME!" Harry spat out angrily.
A pink tinge rouse in both of Severus cheeks, and his eyes glinted with deviance. "Well, other Professors have their own chores, unlike you Mister Potter! What other chores do you have? Oh sorry I forgot, you have piles of photographs that need to be signed! Maybe after dinner, your favorite house elf can distribute them, to your adoring fans!" Snape hissed out.
"Oh, that's below the belt, just below the belt! Only a sleazy Slithering as yourself can make a comment like that! Well you are sleazy, not to mention greasy! Just what did you do to your hair? Do you oil it everyday, or is it just a natural phenomena? I think you were born that way!" Harry said silkily, his eyes glaring dangerously.
"What about your own hair Mister Potter? Even a broom is more manageable than that rat's nest! Oh, and speaking of Houses. Only a Gryfindor, can make stardom out to be the most sacrificing job on Earth! Then again, maybe that is just you Potter!" Snape said, glaring just as dangerously in return.
"OOHH.. you slimy slytherin!"
"Obnoxious Gryfindor!"
"Greasy bat!"
"Impertinent brat!"
"Hooked nose!"
"Mop head!"
. Dinner at Hogwarts was never more fun! Insults between Professor Potter and Professor Snape became the entertainment for both the students, and their Professors. Today's insults were more prominent, because the Head Master was going to announce the re-opening of the Dueling Club
Both Professors, were tense and nervous. The first meeting of the Dueling Club was going to be their Wizarding Dueling date. Only Albus knew the date, and he was going to announce it at dinner. Because of his lateness, Harry had to sit in the last empty chair. Which just had to be juxtaposed with the Potions Master! Just as he sat down, Snape instantly launched into a verbal attack.
As the meal continued, the insults kepted flying back and forth, and by the end of the main course, both Professors were ready to point their wands at each other. Feeling the magic that was oozing from both of the combatants, the other Professors discreetly moved around to the other side of the table. The students were in awe of the silvery-blue light surrounding the head table, and the simple"ehm" from the Head Master that broke the tension between the two.
"Harry, sit on my right side please, and Severus, on my left." The Head Master asked, with a tinkle in his eyes.
They glared at each other before complying with the Headmaster's wish.
Attention please, I would like to make an announcement regarding the re-opening of the Dueling Club. Starting tomorrow, the Dueling Club will be open! Prefects of each House, please collect the names of those students who are interested in joining. Only fifth, and above years may join. However, the younger students are allowed to observe. The Masters are Professor Snape, and Professor Potter! With Myself supervising, of course." The Head Master stated, with a mad tinkle in his eyes.
Albus sighed softly at the two Professors, who were still glaring at each other. Neither noticing that the silence had broken, as the students starting talking amongst themselves about the announcement.
Suddenly Harry gave the Potions Master a very, very evil smirk.
‘What is that boy thinking now’ Severus thought, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
The Head Master cleared his throat, "Silence please, I have not finished. Prefects will give their lists to Professor Potter at the end of next week. The first meeting shall be held in two weeks time, from this night. I am also happy to announce, that there will be a demonstration from both of the Dueling Masters at the end of the first meeting." The Head Master said, with a slight chuckle.
Albus then sat down, and seeing the smirk that his DADA Professor was giving to the Potions Master, he lifted his eyebrow in curiosity.
"What is it Potter? You’re smirking, that would be a bad sign for all those present." The Potion Master asked, his curiosity finally getting the better of him.
"Not a bad sign, I was just thinking" Potter said lightly.
"That’s hilarious, Potter can think" Snape said, his lips forming a wicked smirk.
"Shut it Snape, I was thinking. Why don’t we make a bet with this duel?" Harry asked airily, almost as if he was bored with the conversation.
"What kind of bet?" Snape asked, before he thought about it.
"Simple, the loser will wear the winner's House robes. Maroon for you and Green for me. With gold trimmings for your robe and silver for mine" Harry said, his eyes flashing daringly up at the taller man.
"The lion for your robe Severus, and the serpent for Harry’s robe" Dumbledore added, as if from no where..
Snape hesitated for all of five seconds, before he stepped forward and sealed their bet. Both Professors shook hands, making the bet offical. By the end of dinner, the students had already started placing bets on the outcome of the approaching duel.
(Later that eveing)
Harry went to his chambers in the Gryfindor tower. A portrait of an Indian fakir with a king cobra snake circling his neck, guarded the entrance to his chamber.
"Good evening, Bhisma" Harry said to the Indian fakir.
"Good evening, Rama" The fakir replyed.
"My name is Harry, Bhisma. Not Rama" Harry automatically replied, as if one used to having this conversation many times before.
"Ah, your name maybe Harry in this life, but in another you were Rama, the great warrior. He who fights on the side of light, and keeps the world safe from evil. Even Kumbakarna has agreed with me." The fakir said, as he slides his hand to stroke his snake..
[Yessss, you ssssssmellsss of Rama]
[Thank you, for you obsssevrtationssss Kumba, will you open my chamber pleassssse]
The painting slides, revealing the entrance to Harry’s chamber. When he stepped inside and lights the fireplace, the warmth seems to seep inside the walls of his chamber. Harry shed his teaching robes and after taking his boots off; he also removed his pants.
Clad only in a pair of emerald boxers and his white teaching shirt, he went to the small kitchen and poured himself a glass of red wine. Unconsciously sauntering into the living room, Harry sat in the red wing back chair in front of the fire. With a flick of his hand, the sound of a Indian sitar softly echoed through the room.
Harry sat there for a long time, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere and the sweet wine. A hiss woke him up from his daydreaming.
[Good evening masssster]
[Good evening Shiva]
[You’re indulging your ssssssself tonight]
[Indulging?]
[The red liquid, you only drink them when you’re happy, or…content.]
Harry gave a small chuckle to the snake that slither towards him. The snake was the same kind as in the picture that guarded his room, an Indian king cobra. After slwoly climbing on Harry’s chair, it coiled itself around Harry’s neck.
[You can ssssssay that I am content. You alwaysssssssss are a good obssssservant Shiva]
[I am obssssservant regarding everything about my massster, and may I assssk what are you indulging about?]
[It is about another human Shiva, a very intriguing human. He can bait me like no other human can]
[Aah, you are interested in this human, are you not massster?]
Harry stayed silent for a long while, searching for an answer for the straight forward question......then he answered
[Yesss, I think I am Shiva, I think that I am]. The snake nods his head and stayed silent accompanying his master, who was enjoying the warmth of the brightly burning fire.