The Nothing I've Become (Areas of Expertise II)

Happy Christmas eve! I wasn't planning on updating this today, but the chapter kinda wrote itself so I figured why not. SP

Chapter Twenty-One - It Seems Got to Open My Eyes to Everything

Harry gave Hermione a small nod. In a choked voice he said, 'It's ok, Hermione, honestly.' He stretched out a wobbling hand for her, and she grabbed it, tears in her eyes.

'Harry!' she sobbed, 'We were so worried. You'd just forgotten everything! We didn't know what to do.' She dissolved into fresh tears.

Ron had left the room moments before to go to the bathroom, now he hurried back at the sound of sobbing. 'Hermione?' He asked, then saw, over her messy brown hair, Harry's sad green eyes. They exchanged a quiet look between them, and then Harry rolled his eyes at Hermione's display. Ron smiled, and suddenly, without words, the two were all right.

'Hermione, let him breathe!' Ron said, hurrying forward to tug her off him. She let go of Harry and clung instead to Ron. 'Shhh,' he whispered, his lips close to hers, 'shhh, it's all right.'

She turned her face and in an instant, they were kissing.

Harry felt warmth blossom in his heart. Finally! He watched the pair, then became uncomfortable at the extended tonsil tennis they were playing and glanced around for something to occupy him whilst they were occupied. A small hardback book caught his eye. His diary. He frowned, he knew it hadn't been there before. He picked it up, and flipped the pages to find the first entry of his and Snape's story:

October 1st.

Had the weirdest day today - well, I say today, it's actually after midnight so it's really the 2nd, but I couldn't write it up earlier as I've been in Snape's quarters. God that looks weird!

Harry smiled as he remembered some of the things he and Snape had done together.

Dumbledore called me into his office after lunch. I thought he was going to bollock me about flicking mashed potato at Seamus, but he didn't. He said he wanted me to go to Snape in the evening as we had to work on something together using Snape's 'area of expertise'. Obviously I had no idea what he was wittering on about, but I did as he asked.

Snape's area of expertise is definitely fucking! Harry read on:

Snape was not pleased when I gave him the message. He said that D didn't understand what he was asking of him (Snape). I had no clue what was going on so he explained it.

Yeah, well, neither of us bloody understood what Dumbledore was up to!

Oh. My. God.

Apparently, according to Snape, D believes that Voldie is my complete opposite in almost every way ' bad where I'm good, cruel where I'm kind etc. ' so D wanted Snape to make me more like V in one way so that when the final battle comes, V won't be able to attack me through that area. I can't quite make heads nor tails of it, but that's what Snape reckons D is thinking. I'm not convinced D is thinking at all! Especially not when you consider what he wanted me and Snape to do ' have sex!

I mean, bloody hell! One, I'm not even gay; Ok, Harry, we both know THAT'S a lie!
and two, even if I was, screwing Snape would never be high on my list of priorities! I mentioned these to S (well, I altered the last objection so it didn't sound so rude) but he got what I was hinting at. He got really pissy with me and said some crap like 'He didn't want to shag my scrawny bony arse anyway!' Git! What's wrong with my arse?

Clearly nothing, given how many times he did shag my 'scrawny bony arse'!

Did I just write that?!

I forgot to mention that D had said it was really important we did it tonight. Snape said he couldn't think of a reason why it had to be done on a specific night and basically his response was 'Sod it!' which I agreed with.

To stop D from getting cross and forcing me back to S. (S said D would probably watch to make sure we did it ' dirty perv!), S said I should hide (he called it 'waiting') in his rooms until D would think we'd done the deed. S said he'd speak to D tomorrow and explain that we hadn't and would basically laugh in D's face. Whatever screwy plan he was cooking up is ruined now!

Oh god, how completely stupid was I?

I'm really tired. But at least I got all of my homework done!

Harry put the diary down. At the end of his bed, his friends were still kissing. He tried not to look at them, as watching them made him feel nauseous. Instead he thought back over that first entry into his diary about Snape and him, and felt a vast array of emotions wash over him. He had tears in his eyes as he realised how much they had been played, and knowing the outcome of Dumbledore's plans. But he still felt some happiness as he remembered how annoyed Severus had been after Harry had told him the scheme. It had been the first time he had liked Snape. And it had also been the first time that Snape had seemed like a person, not an overgrown bat.

Suddenly Harry ached to be with Severus again. To see him, to touch him, to fuck him.

The need grew and grew until he could barely contain it.

'Her ... Hermione!' he gasped.

At once, she and Ron split apart and looked at him. He writhed on the bed, flushed, bucking helplessly.

'What's wrong with me?' he choked out as he squirmed.

The girl frowned as she looked down at him.

'What's wrong with me?' he repeated, thrashing.

'I ... I don't know''she admitted, terrified.

--Prize to whoever can tell me what's wrong with Harry (other than needing a good fuck, of course!)SP