What the Devil Wants
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
38
Views:
46,087
Reviews:
352
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
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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.
He Means It
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Harry sat quietly staring at his hands twisted in his jumper not daring to look up, into the disappointed gaze of his godfather sitting opposite him. A stagnate silence hung in the lounge room of Grimmauld Place, those unfortunate enough to be caught in the unpleasant atmosphere shifting uncomfortably where they sat. Harry could have predicted his godfathers reaction to the news, right down to the slanderous names Sirius had used when describing Snape, to his face of course. The argument had gone on for over two hours, no one daring to interrupt the warring parties. Only Dumbledore braved the odd comment, but it was useless as Sirius and Snape exchanged insults and accusations beyond reason. It was a free for all, that Harry felt solely responsible for.
The argument had come to a stunning end with Snape crying out in anguish as his dark mark had flared into life. For once Harry had been glad of the Dark Lord’s interference, as Snape and Sirius’ argument had been abruptly cut off. Snape had left in a flurry of robes but not before placing a gentle but possessive kiss on Harry’s lips, in clear view of everyone in the room. If there had been doubt about their relationship before, there was none now. In Snape’s wake Harry had been left with the ruin, and the full weight of his godfathers disappointment.
“So you like that sort of thing do you Harry?” Harry glanced up from where he was twisting his fingers through the knotted weave of his jumper. Sirius’ voice was icy, his tone one that indicated he was not going to rest without a satisfying answer. Harry swallowed heavily and dropped his gaze back to his hands in his lap without having answered his godfather. There was no way Harry was going to answer that question with an audience like he had at present. Sirius however was not deterred and continued promptly. “Come on Harry you’re 16, let’s talk about this. After all your doing it, you should be able to fucking talk about it.” Sirius’ temper was rising again and Harry took a deep calming breath to try and keep his own temper in check. “It’s not like it’s a secret is it, although I obviously missed the point at which you became infatuated with Snivellrus.” Sirius rose from the chair, and began pacing back and forth in front of Harry, who had yet to raise his head from where he was staring at his lap. “If you’d have told me Harry we could have paid someone to satisfy your kinks, there’s wizards out there that do it for a living….”
“You don’t understand.” The words ground out from between Harry’s teeth before he was able to stop himself. Harry clenched his fists as he glanced up from beneath the bangs of his fringe to watch as his godfather stopped dead mid pace, and spun around to glare at him.
“Oh I don’t understand do I Harry? Well enlighten me, tell me the truth,” Sirius paused an evil glint catching in the corner of his eyes as he pushed his face into Harry’s threatening. “In fact tell us all, why Harry bloody Potter is playing Master and Pet with Severus fucking Snape!” Sirius screamed in Harry’s face but the boy hardly flinched, his own raging temper boiling to the surface with such intensity it caught everyone who witnessed it off guard.
The lights flickered ominously; an icy wind whipped around the lounge room like a tornado as Harry stood up to his full height and met his godfather face to face. Most in the room had instinctively gone for their wands fearing the worst and awaited the inevitable.
“Because ‘Black’,” Harry spat coldly into Sirius face. “Severus fucking Snape, is the only one among you powerful enough to play with, and the only one of you with balls enough to actually take me on.” With a very Slytherin smile of his own, Harry pushed past his godfather and headed for the door very sure he’d made his point regarding Snape.
“You’re playing with fire Harry James Potter, sex is one thing but risking the lives of your friends and family is entirely a different matter.” Harry paused mid step and turned around to face Sirius again, who was looking decidedly pale knowing that he’d lost the fight.
“I’m not risking anyone’s life but my own Black, perhaps if you weren’t so jealous of Severus you might actually see he’s trying to help you all.” Harry wasn’t prepared for the stinging slap as Sirius backhanded him hard across the face for his comment. The impact snapped Harry’s head to the side but the boy remained standing. Taking a deep breath in Harry gritted his teeth against the sting and turned his face back to look at Sirius. Sirius looked suddenly ashamed and frightened by what he’d just done, and took two unsteady steps back from his godson into the firm embrace of Remus Lupin. Harry couldn’t help himself as a cruel smile broke out onto his face as he shook his head at his godfather.
“You see Sirius, when he does that to me he’ll mean it and he certainly won’t regret it afterwards.” There was a horrified gasp from a few of the order members in the room shocked by what they were hearing. Harry didn’t spare them a second glance as he turned and strode from the lounge room.
Taking the stairs two at a time Harry was upstairs and in his bedroom in no time. They hadn’t planned on staying at Grimmauld Place, but as Severus had been summoned Harry assumed he’d be spending the night there despite having school tomorrow. Kicking off his shoes Harry flopped down on his bed and tucked his hands behind his head. Despite the twinge of guilt he still felt about the argument, an overwhelming feeling of relief swept over him. Everyone now knew his secret and be damned if they didn’t agree.
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TBC>>>>
Harry sat quietly staring at his hands twisted in his jumper not daring to look up, into the disappointed gaze of his godfather sitting opposite him. A stagnate silence hung in the lounge room of Grimmauld Place, those unfortunate enough to be caught in the unpleasant atmosphere shifting uncomfortably where they sat. Harry could have predicted his godfathers reaction to the news, right down to the slanderous names Sirius had used when describing Snape, to his face of course. The argument had gone on for over two hours, no one daring to interrupt the warring parties. Only Dumbledore braved the odd comment, but it was useless as Sirius and Snape exchanged insults and accusations beyond reason. It was a free for all, that Harry felt solely responsible for.
The argument had come to a stunning end with Snape crying out in anguish as his dark mark had flared into life. For once Harry had been glad of the Dark Lord’s interference, as Snape and Sirius’ argument had been abruptly cut off. Snape had left in a flurry of robes but not before placing a gentle but possessive kiss on Harry’s lips, in clear view of everyone in the room. If there had been doubt about their relationship before, there was none now. In Snape’s wake Harry had been left with the ruin, and the full weight of his godfathers disappointment.
“So you like that sort of thing do you Harry?” Harry glanced up from where he was twisting his fingers through the knotted weave of his jumper. Sirius’ voice was icy, his tone one that indicated he was not going to rest without a satisfying answer. Harry swallowed heavily and dropped his gaze back to his hands in his lap without having answered his godfather. There was no way Harry was going to answer that question with an audience like he had at present. Sirius however was not deterred and continued promptly. “Come on Harry you’re 16, let’s talk about this. After all your doing it, you should be able to fucking talk about it.” Sirius’ temper was rising again and Harry took a deep calming breath to try and keep his own temper in check. “It’s not like it’s a secret is it, although I obviously missed the point at which you became infatuated with Snivellrus.” Sirius rose from the chair, and began pacing back and forth in front of Harry, who had yet to raise his head from where he was staring at his lap. “If you’d have told me Harry we could have paid someone to satisfy your kinks, there’s wizards out there that do it for a living….”
“You don’t understand.” The words ground out from between Harry’s teeth before he was able to stop himself. Harry clenched his fists as he glanced up from beneath the bangs of his fringe to watch as his godfather stopped dead mid pace, and spun around to glare at him.
“Oh I don’t understand do I Harry? Well enlighten me, tell me the truth,” Sirius paused an evil glint catching in the corner of his eyes as he pushed his face into Harry’s threatening. “In fact tell us all, why Harry bloody Potter is playing Master and Pet with Severus fucking Snape!” Sirius screamed in Harry’s face but the boy hardly flinched, his own raging temper boiling to the surface with such intensity it caught everyone who witnessed it off guard.
The lights flickered ominously; an icy wind whipped around the lounge room like a tornado as Harry stood up to his full height and met his godfather face to face. Most in the room had instinctively gone for their wands fearing the worst and awaited the inevitable.
“Because ‘Black’,” Harry spat coldly into Sirius face. “Severus fucking Snape, is the only one among you powerful enough to play with, and the only one of you with balls enough to actually take me on.” With a very Slytherin smile of his own, Harry pushed past his godfather and headed for the door very sure he’d made his point regarding Snape.
“You’re playing with fire Harry James Potter, sex is one thing but risking the lives of your friends and family is entirely a different matter.” Harry paused mid step and turned around to face Sirius again, who was looking decidedly pale knowing that he’d lost the fight.
“I’m not risking anyone’s life but my own Black, perhaps if you weren’t so jealous of Severus you might actually see he’s trying to help you all.” Harry wasn’t prepared for the stinging slap as Sirius backhanded him hard across the face for his comment. The impact snapped Harry’s head to the side but the boy remained standing. Taking a deep breath in Harry gritted his teeth against the sting and turned his face back to look at Sirius. Sirius looked suddenly ashamed and frightened by what he’d just done, and took two unsteady steps back from his godson into the firm embrace of Remus Lupin. Harry couldn’t help himself as a cruel smile broke out onto his face as he shook his head at his godfather.
“You see Sirius, when he does that to me he’ll mean it and he certainly won’t regret it afterwards.” There was a horrified gasp from a few of the order members in the room shocked by what they were hearing. Harry didn’t spare them a second glance as he turned and strode from the lounge room.
Taking the stairs two at a time Harry was upstairs and in his bedroom in no time. They hadn’t planned on staying at Grimmauld Place, but as Severus had been summoned Harry assumed he’d be spending the night there despite having school tomorrow. Kicking off his shoes Harry flopped down on his bed and tucked his hands behind his head. Despite the twinge of guilt he still felt about the argument, an overwhelming feeling of relief swept over him. Everyone now knew his secret and be damned if they didn’t agree.
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TBC>>>>