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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
53
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49,161
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273
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1
Currently Reading:
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To Stew A While
CHAPTER 21
Harry was devastated and hardly knew what to do with himself as he sat in the pile of dustsheets in the corner of the bedroom of the shrieking shack. Tears streamed down his face, as he sobbed uncontrollably into his jumper. He felt ill like he’d been punched in the stomach. His chest ached and he couldn’t breathe properly, each shuddering breath constricting his chest so that he hiccupped loudly. Everything had spiraled out of control from the moment Snape had stepped back into his chambers after the staff meeting. Everything seemed a blur each hateful word that spilled from Snape’s mouth had stabbed Harry in the chest with painful precision. The wizard was cold, and unfeeling his expression a blank pale mask of heartless indifference. Harry had been on the receiving end of Snape’s moods for a long time but this was different, this time he meant every word he screamed. Harry hadn’t known what to do, what to say or how to act and instead had just stood there paralyzed and numb all over. It had all been going so well, they’d been friends, companions but it had all fallen down around him without anything he could do to stop it. Harry knew it shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did, it was only Snape after all but no matter how he looked at it the pain didn’t go away. He’d been rejected. He’d poured his heart out to the man he thought he loved and he’d been turned away with so little respect for his feelings it felt as if his heart had been torn out of his chest.
Sobbing and shivering in the cold as he rocked backwards and forwards Harry never heard the approaching company before a familiar timid red head appeared in the doorway. Quietly Ginny Weasley padded across the unstable floor before she knelt down easily beside her sobbing friend. Unclasping her own cloak Ginny wrapped it softly around Harry’s shivering shoulders to try and keep him warm. Extracting a small tissue from her pocket Ginny leant forward and dabbed away the trail of blood from Harry’s split lip before gently wiping away the tears that fell like rivers down Harry’s cheeks.
“You love him don’t you?” Ginny whispered as she again dabbed Harry’s split lip and the new bead of blood that had appeared from the cut. Still struggling to keep his breathing even Harry nodded in silence not caring anymore who knew what had happened or how they knew. Harry heard Ginny sigh softly before a gentle hand came down to rest on Harry’s cold knee. “I think he loves you to.” Through his tears Harry glanced up at Ginny and sadly shook his head.
”He said such nasty things to me, you didn’t hear him he meant every word.” Harry stuttered between choked sobs. Ginny rolled his eyes and reached forward to cup Harry’s face in her soft gloved hand.
“He was just angry Harry, I heard Dumbledore threaten him in the hallway just before he must have come to you. He didn’t want to see you hurt, so he had to push you away the only way he knew how.” Ginny whispered watching as Harry blinked back a few tears having heard that Dumbledore was involved.
“He hit me.” Harry breathed out painfully his own shaking hand coming up to touch his split lip and the purpling bruise on his cheek where Snape’s cruel hand had come down on him.
“Only because you’re stupid Harry.” Ginny smiled halfheartedly as she brushed her thumb over the bruise before gently leaning forward to press a chaste kiss against the painful swelling. “You should have realized what he was trying to do, that it was hurting him much as it was hurting you.” Ginny finished as she helped Harry to sit up properly before wrapping her arms tightly around her elder friend in comfort. Harry leaned in to the touch his tears drying a little in the face of his friend’s rationality.
“Sirius will kill me if he ever finds out.” Harry whispered his concerns he’d kept to himself for so long bubbling to the surface. It was almost a relief to have someone know what was going on, someone to talk to and get a second opinion.
“And do you think Professor Snape’s going to be in any better a position? Dumbledore’s already told him he won’t protect him from Sirius and what about everyone else that hates him?” Ginny muttered as she wrapped some of her own cloak around herself to try and keep warm in the draft-ridden room. “The point you really need to think about is if you care what these other people think and if you’re willing to protect him yourself.” Harry nodded silently in understanding already knowing the answers to both those questions Ginny had posed. He didn’t give two tosses about what other people thought, and he would have always protected Snape from anything even when they’d supposedly hated one another back in 1st year.
“Should I go back to him now?” Harry questioned as he wiped his nose with the sleeve of his jumper wincing as the wool caught his split lip. Ginny rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“No, not yet. Let him cool off and stew for a bit.” Ginny rose up from the floor finally having had enough of the cold. Offering a hand down to Harry, Ginny helped the shivering boy form the floor and began leading him carefully back through the shrieking shack. “The last time Dean and I fought I let him go for a week, he soon realized he missed me and that he’d been a complete prick so came and apologized to me.” Ginny tripped on a tree root but Harry caught her as they crawled out from between the roots of the Whomping Willow and onto the snow covered ground.
“Snape’s not the type to come and apologize.” Harry whispered as he fell into step beside Ginny again sniffling up what remained of his tears.
“Even proud bastards like Snape have a weakness Harry.” Ginny smiled sideways at her friend as they entered the main entrance and wandered through the milling students waiting for dinner. Some looked at him strange but Harry ignored them as he passed them by, his arm interlinked with Ginny’s in comfort.
“What am I going to do about Dumbledore?” Harry whispered as Ginny led him in through the Gryfindor portrait hole and sat him down in front of the fireplace, having moved on some lingering first years.
“Don’t worry about it, we’ll just try and keep it under wraps. You two managed to be discreet this long I’m sure you can manage it again.” Harry nodded and relaxed into the chair, soaking up the warmth of the fireplace to heat his chilled bones. “Now take five while I go and get changed for dinner, then we’ll go down together okay?” Ginny sprang up from her perch on the arm of Harry’s chair and headed towards the steps leading to her dormitory but pause as Harry called over his shoulder to her.
“Thanks Ginny.” Harry smiled as Ginny returned the smile brightly.
“Hey, don’t mention it. You’re the only queer friend I have and what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t share my intimate knowledge and experience of men with you.” With a cheeky wink Ginny disappeared leaving Harry to smile sadly to himself as he stared into the flames of the fireplace. Despite Ginny’s enthusiasm Harry wasn’t as positive about being able to fix this problem so easily.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Harry was devastated and hardly knew what to do with himself as he sat in the pile of dustsheets in the corner of the bedroom of the shrieking shack. Tears streamed down his face, as he sobbed uncontrollably into his jumper. He felt ill like he’d been punched in the stomach. His chest ached and he couldn’t breathe properly, each shuddering breath constricting his chest so that he hiccupped loudly. Everything had spiraled out of control from the moment Snape had stepped back into his chambers after the staff meeting. Everything seemed a blur each hateful word that spilled from Snape’s mouth had stabbed Harry in the chest with painful precision. The wizard was cold, and unfeeling his expression a blank pale mask of heartless indifference. Harry had been on the receiving end of Snape’s moods for a long time but this was different, this time he meant every word he screamed. Harry hadn’t known what to do, what to say or how to act and instead had just stood there paralyzed and numb all over. It had all been going so well, they’d been friends, companions but it had all fallen down around him without anything he could do to stop it. Harry knew it shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did, it was only Snape after all but no matter how he looked at it the pain didn’t go away. He’d been rejected. He’d poured his heart out to the man he thought he loved and he’d been turned away with so little respect for his feelings it felt as if his heart had been torn out of his chest.
Sobbing and shivering in the cold as he rocked backwards and forwards Harry never heard the approaching company before a familiar timid red head appeared in the doorway. Quietly Ginny Weasley padded across the unstable floor before she knelt down easily beside her sobbing friend. Unclasping her own cloak Ginny wrapped it softly around Harry’s shivering shoulders to try and keep him warm. Extracting a small tissue from her pocket Ginny leant forward and dabbed away the trail of blood from Harry’s split lip before gently wiping away the tears that fell like rivers down Harry’s cheeks.
“You love him don’t you?” Ginny whispered as she again dabbed Harry’s split lip and the new bead of blood that had appeared from the cut. Still struggling to keep his breathing even Harry nodded in silence not caring anymore who knew what had happened or how they knew. Harry heard Ginny sigh softly before a gentle hand came down to rest on Harry’s cold knee. “I think he loves you to.” Through his tears Harry glanced up at Ginny and sadly shook his head.
”He said such nasty things to me, you didn’t hear him he meant every word.” Harry stuttered between choked sobs. Ginny rolled his eyes and reached forward to cup Harry’s face in her soft gloved hand.
“He was just angry Harry, I heard Dumbledore threaten him in the hallway just before he must have come to you. He didn’t want to see you hurt, so he had to push you away the only way he knew how.” Ginny whispered watching as Harry blinked back a few tears having heard that Dumbledore was involved.
“He hit me.” Harry breathed out painfully his own shaking hand coming up to touch his split lip and the purpling bruise on his cheek where Snape’s cruel hand had come down on him.
“Only because you’re stupid Harry.” Ginny smiled halfheartedly as she brushed her thumb over the bruise before gently leaning forward to press a chaste kiss against the painful swelling. “You should have realized what he was trying to do, that it was hurting him much as it was hurting you.” Ginny finished as she helped Harry to sit up properly before wrapping her arms tightly around her elder friend in comfort. Harry leaned in to the touch his tears drying a little in the face of his friend’s rationality.
“Sirius will kill me if he ever finds out.” Harry whispered his concerns he’d kept to himself for so long bubbling to the surface. It was almost a relief to have someone know what was going on, someone to talk to and get a second opinion.
“And do you think Professor Snape’s going to be in any better a position? Dumbledore’s already told him he won’t protect him from Sirius and what about everyone else that hates him?” Ginny muttered as she wrapped some of her own cloak around herself to try and keep warm in the draft-ridden room. “The point you really need to think about is if you care what these other people think and if you’re willing to protect him yourself.” Harry nodded silently in understanding already knowing the answers to both those questions Ginny had posed. He didn’t give two tosses about what other people thought, and he would have always protected Snape from anything even when they’d supposedly hated one another back in 1st year.
“Should I go back to him now?” Harry questioned as he wiped his nose with the sleeve of his jumper wincing as the wool caught his split lip. Ginny rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“No, not yet. Let him cool off and stew for a bit.” Ginny rose up from the floor finally having had enough of the cold. Offering a hand down to Harry, Ginny helped the shivering boy form the floor and began leading him carefully back through the shrieking shack. “The last time Dean and I fought I let him go for a week, he soon realized he missed me and that he’d been a complete prick so came and apologized to me.” Ginny tripped on a tree root but Harry caught her as they crawled out from between the roots of the Whomping Willow and onto the snow covered ground.
“Snape’s not the type to come and apologize.” Harry whispered as he fell into step beside Ginny again sniffling up what remained of his tears.
“Even proud bastards like Snape have a weakness Harry.” Ginny smiled sideways at her friend as they entered the main entrance and wandered through the milling students waiting for dinner. Some looked at him strange but Harry ignored them as he passed them by, his arm interlinked with Ginny’s in comfort.
“What am I going to do about Dumbledore?” Harry whispered as Ginny led him in through the Gryfindor portrait hole and sat him down in front of the fireplace, having moved on some lingering first years.
“Don’t worry about it, we’ll just try and keep it under wraps. You two managed to be discreet this long I’m sure you can manage it again.” Harry nodded and relaxed into the chair, soaking up the warmth of the fireplace to heat his chilled bones. “Now take five while I go and get changed for dinner, then we’ll go down together okay?” Ginny sprang up from her perch on the arm of Harry’s chair and headed towards the steps leading to her dormitory but pause as Harry called over his shoulder to her.
“Thanks Ginny.” Harry smiled as Ginny returned the smile brightly.
“Hey, don’t mention it. You’re the only queer friend I have and what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t share my intimate knowledge and experience of men with you.” With a cheeky wink Ginny disappeared leaving Harry to smile sadly to himself as he stared into the flames of the fireplace. Despite Ginny’s enthusiasm Harry wasn’t as positive about being able to fix this problem so easily.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>