Holiday With You

Title: Holiday With You (part 2)
Author: Anais
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Snape
Warning: Slash
Year: 6
Disclaimer: I wish I owned the men, but Ms. Rowling has that honor.

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Gatwick bustled with people. Snape remained close to Harry, who manuvered the sea of Muggles expertly. They boarded their planehouthout effort, taking their seats in first class.

Snape couldn't get used to being surrounded by this many Muggles, especially the American Muggles and the overly chipper flight attendants. "Do they have to be so bloody loud?" He asked Harry as he glared at a family beside him. They had two children who were playing with their toys in a fashion Harry had never dreamed of.

He replied, yawning slightly, "Even British Muggles are loud, Professor."

Snape continued glaring, but turned back to his book. With Snape buried in his book, Harry decided to learn a little more about Wickerton and the place they were staying. They were booked at the Beechtree Inn. It sounded simple, yet comfortable and hopefully it was. He put the stuff away, laid his head back. It didn't take long for him to fall into a deep sleep.

*

"Wake up, Potter. We're in New York. Dumbledore says we have a car waiting for us here. You have to help me look for it." Snape's velvety voice was invading Harry's dreams.

He grunted in his sleep and murmured, "Yeah, that's nice. You go get it."

Snape shook Harry and the young man's eyes snapped open. "Potter, get up. I don't have time for this. Come on," he said irritably.

After they got their currency changed they walked out into the parking lot. Snape had told Harry to look for a car, a Mini Cooper. It would be deep red with the license plate "Dmblde". Harry, thanks to his glasses, spotted it almost instantly.

Snape thought the car was too small and far too sissy. He got behind the wheel as Harry put their luggage in the trunk. "Do you even know how to drive?" Harry asked as he got in the passenger side.

Snape sneered. "As a matter of fact, Potter, I do." He started the car and pulled out of the packed parking lot effortlessly.

Harry made a sound of amusement and began fiddling with the radio.

*

They made it to Wickerton in six hours, six hours in which Harry messed with the radio, gave up, and read up on the town of Wickerton. The American wizardichoochool located there was called Lowerman's Academy for the Magically Gifted. From the picture in *A Guide to Modern Wizarding Schools* it looked intimidating, done in mock-Tudor, with two lions guarding the front gates. The Muggles knew it existed but to them it was known as Lowerman Prepatory and catered to the excessively rich. Harry found that to be an interesting tidbit of information.

As they drove through the town, Harry marveled at its beauty. Snape cursed the snow that was covering the obscuring his field of vision. Snow covered everything in sight. The Victorian style homes looked like the kind you see in store window displays at Christmas. Colored and white lights blinked, fat little Santa Clauses stood on lawns waving, and children threw snowballs at each other. Harry wondered where the other wizards where staying. He didn't have time to wonder long because Snape pulled into the parking lot of the Beechtree Inn, a robin's egg blue three story bed and breakfast.

Beechtree Inn reminded Snape of one of his nutter aunts. Aunt Coraline had a penchant for anything Victorian and anything lace. It was cozy looking place, but he preferred the black sheets of his bed back at Hogwarts. The receptionist, a young red head with gap-teeth and a pin that read "Hello I'm Mandy", didn't notice when they walked in. It wasn't until Snape tapped the bell that she looked up, agitated that someone had dared interrupt her filing her long purple nails.

"Uh...yeah...welcome to the Beechtree Inn, how may I help you?" She looked like an owl which had swallowed something that was putting up quite a fight.

Snape grimaced, but said in the nicest tone he could muster," I'm here to check in. The name's Snape."

The girl scanned the registration sheet in front of her. "There's no 'Snape' listed."

Snape gave her one of his patented glares. Leaning over the counter he spat, "What do you mean?"

The girl drew back, clearly frightened of him. Harry intervened. "How about Potter?"

She scanned the sheet again. She nodded. "Yep. A 'Harry Potter'. Is that you?"

Harry smiled. "Yes it is."

"Okay. Just sign-in." She turned the book around to Harry and he signed his name. "You're in Room Three-C. It's the first one on the left."

Harry took the room key and said, "Thanks."

The girl blushed. "Also, I need to tell you. That wasn't your original room. We had to switch it witfamifamily that had a sick child. Is that okay?"

Harry glanced at Snape, who by now was positively seething. He quickly said, "Sure. Fine. Thanks."

As they went up the winding oak stairs the girl shouted, "And the continental breakfast is free!"


Snape casted at cold glare at Harry. In a hushed, yet strained voice, he said," I should have known he would use your name!"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Oh come off it. I guess my name sounds more common... I don't know," he opened the door," just get..." His eyes fell upon the room.

It was a gorgeous room. A crackling fireplace large enough for a grown man to stand in was flushed against the upper left wall. Two large window on either side of the room looked out onto a snow covered garden down below whchilchildren played. Harry ran his hand over the solid oak writing desk to his right. A high backed velvet upholstered chair and a Tiffany lamp added elegance. The crystal chandelier in the ceiling glittered like a bunch of diamonds. And the bed ed aed absolutely comfortable, covered in a white down comforter and tasseled pillows.

Except it was the only bed.

Snape let out a low growl and made to storm out of the room. "I'm...going...to...just..." He could barely speak he was so upset. His nostrils and lips had gone stark white.

Harry moved away from him. "Look, Professor Snape. It isn't that bad. We can share the bed. Please, don't start a scene," Harry begged. "The girl said the other family had a sick child with them. Please calm down." Harry grabbed Snape's arm gently.

Snape surveyed him with wide eyes. No one had touched him like that for a long time. It was a lover's touch. He took a deep breath, closing his black eyes. When he opened them Harry still held onto his arm. "Alright," he muttered. "We'll share the bed. Just please keep to your side."

Harry smiled widely. This was his chance to get close to Snape and he wasn't about to blow it.

*

Over dinner at a restaurant called the Rosemouth Pub, they talked about the conference. Harry looked at Dumbledore's note. "It says here it's at eight a.m. We should leave the inn at a quarter till," he said as he ate his Shepard's Pie.

"I'll have that git of a receptionist give us a wake up call," Snape said as he sipped his cabarnet sauvigion. "Hopefully she will do it." He twitched.

Harry laughed. "Her name is Mandy. If you call her that she'll be really nice to you, I'm sure," he smiled. "Just don't slip and call her a 'cunt'."

To Harry's surprise Snape actually laughed. " I promise I won't," Snape assured him. "It'll be hard, but...you know."

*

Harry laid in bed, fretting to get to sleep. Snape was on his side snoring loudly. Harry never had this much trouble getting to sleep. He knew it had everything to do with the handsome man beside him. Harry had never felt this way about a man, let alone a professor. Everything had seemed so simple up until Dumbledore called him into his office the day before yesterday. Everything between them had been one emotion; hate. Now Harry felt so much more. He knew he was falling in love with the professor. The seed planted in the summer was growing everytime Harry saw him and now it was blooming.

Harry rolled over onto his stomach and fluffed his pillow. Damned if he didn't, he was going to woo Snape during this little excursion.