Death Eater Takes a Holiday

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Chapter 27
A Meeting, and Some Flashbacks.

 

He moves the food around his plate unable to eat,
the knot in his gut telling him he will have to go hungry tonight. He chances a
glance up to the head table. Dark eyes return the glance, and the boy feels
them look through him. He suddenly feels as if the few bites he did eat are
like a rock at the pit of his stomach. The dark eyes look away, the face is
expressionless. The tall, dark, intimidating Severus Snape stands up from the
head table giving the boy an almost imperceptible nod, and leaves the hall
through a faculty entrance.

 

After seven years, he has certainly been to this
office many times, but never before in circumstances such as these. His palms
sweat, he anxiously straightens his robes, as he walks further and further into
the dungeons. As he procrastinates, nervously walking slower than necessary to
put off the inevitable, Severus Snape is in his office preparing.

 

 

 

Severus moves quickly around his office, getting
ready. He has plans for tonight, and he wants everything to be just right.
Giving the office a final once over, Severus moves to a small sitting room
through a door most people never notice is there. The room is decorated in
rich, deep colors. There is a fireplace, but no fire is burning in the grate.
Two tall, high back leather chairs sit so they are facing slightly toward each
other and the fireplace simultaneously. Severus notices the cool temperature of
the room and makes slight adjustments. He also places a spell to change the
temperature at a particular time. While the room looks as if it is the sitting
room of the Professor’s private chambers, it is not in fact remotely close to
his personal living space. Snape
returns to his office when hears a timid knock at his door. He knows the boy at the door is waiting, but
he sits behind his desk, and picks up a copy of 'What's Brewing', a
monthly publication for Potions makers. "Enter," Severus calls out
irritably as the boy knocks a second time.

 

On the other side of the door the boy runs his hands
through is dark hair, waiting for permission to enter. Hearing the 'Enter',
he wipes his damp palms on his robes before turning the knob. The room feels
cool. It's always cool here, but it seems cooler than usual. He can see Snape
sitting at his desk, not looking up from his reading. Severus points to the
chair opposite his desk without so much as a glance in the boy's
direction. He sits and waits,
desperately trying not to fidget. It's been a few days since the man has spoken
to him, and he really isn't sure of what to expect. After what seems like an
excruciating amount of time, probably only a few minutes, the Potions Master
puts down his periodical, and addresses him.

 

"Mr. Nott,"

 

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Harry and Ron are buried deep in a pile of books,
preparing for the finals. Hermione is as you could imagine, going insane
studying for the last test she'll ever take at Hogwarts, and writing the Head
Girl's year-end speech for the final ceremonies.

 

Ron peered over his book, snickering, as Hermione
crumpled up yet another piece of paper.

"She's mental that one," Ron said to
Harry, with a laugh.

 

"Watch yourself Ron," warned Harry,
playfully.

 

"What? As if you weren’t teasing her but five
minutes ago?" protested Ron, ducking back under his book as Hermione
slammed down the quill, giving up on the speech for now, and grabbed the
nearest Arithmancy book.

 

"Ah, but she loves me," Harry says
sweetly, giving her a peck on the cheek. "Besides, when she's mad at me
she doesn't talk to me for an hour. When she's mad at you, she talks twice as
much, and you don't get any ‘till she's happy again," teased Harry.
Hermione pushed Harry away, wiping the kiss off her cheek with her sleeve.

 

"Will the both of you please shut up? I'm trying
to study for finals!" Hermione reprimands them as sternly as she can while
remaining quiet enough for Mrs. Pince, the librarian. Harry jumped back,
narrowly escaping the swat from Hermione's book, earning him a dirty look from
the librarian. He moved quietly behind his frustrated friend, whispering in her
ear.

 

"I know we don't cuddle as much as before I
came out of the closet, but must you resort to violence?" he said,
nuzzling her neck. She couldn't suppress the giggle. Ron was biting on his fist
to keep from laughing, making sure they don't get kicked out.

 

"Harry Potter, our lack of lounging on the
common room sofa has nothing to do with your coming out. If you can see fit to
stay out of the infirmary long enough to finish the year, we could have more
time for hanging out. But, not until I finish this speech. Now get the Hell
away from me," she said without malice, brushing him away from her
again.

 

Harry smiled at Ron, who was trying not to laugh at
them both. Ron watched Harry leave; wishing he could sneak off too, but there
was no way Hermione would allow it. Ron did fairly well in his N.E.W.T.s just
before Easter break, but she wasn't going to let him rest on his laurels now,
with finals coming up.

 

 

Harry took off with his books and retreated to his
dorm where it would no doubt be quiet this time of night. Many students were
studying either in the library or common room. With a quick hello to his
housemates sprawled around the floors and sofas, surrounded by books, Harry
retreated up to his four-poster to study in peace. Settling in on the bed,
Harry looked around the room, thinking that he would soon be gone from here. He
was looking forward to having a place all his own, yet he couldn't help but
feel apprehensive about leaving the only place he’d ever truly called home.

 

Harry tried to study, but he couldn't keep his mind
from wandering back to this past week. On Tuesday a miracle occurred. Trelawney
actually predicted Harry would live, at least till the end of school. That gave
him a few weeks to live at least. Harry didn't mind. He was busy, watching out
the window. Severus had gone riding again. It wasn't as good as flying by his
side, but Harry could see him through the window. He thought it might not have
been a coincidence that today Sev flew on this side of the castle more than
last time. The soft brown leather pants he wore made Harry want to do nasty
things to his professor. He was torn from his fantasy of removing said pants
with his teeth, when the class ended. Between the view of Severus in leather,
and his aching hard-on, Harry wished the class lasted longer. He didn't know
how he would climb down the damn ladder in his condition.

 

Memories of Sev in leather had only served to give
Harry another throbbing erection. He missed making love to Sev, missed sleeping
in his arms. Harry rubbed himself through his robes, thinking about Severus
touching him. The night they spoke in the hospital was nice. Later, Sev told
Harry about the night Ron gave him Sweet Dreams. Harry had remembered
that night well, and the thoughts of Sev there, doing that, while he
dreamed such sweet dreams only made him ache more. Pushing his books aside,
Harry spelled his curtains closed and pulled out his hard cock. He rubbed and
stroked himself, thinking about the look on Severus' face as he told Harry
about that night. He looked apprehensive, watching Harry's features carefully
for a reaction. Harry had never seen so
many emotions on the man's face before. He longed for the day he would see Sev's
adult face in the height of passion. Drops of pre-come appeared on the tip of
his almost purple cock. Harry moaned at the memory of his dream. Severus hadn't
gone into detail with Harry, insisting that it was inappropriate, as if he
hadn't actually done it. Harry thought it was ridiculous that Severus could
touch him while he lay asleep, but refused to go into details with him now. He
was sure that if Ron hadn't known Severus was there, Sev wouldn’t have told him
at all.

 

Details or not, Harry had his dream, and the feeling
of Sev's hot mouth sucking on him and caressing his body, was very clear. He
only wished he could have seen those long, slender fingers roaming his body,
pinching his taut nipples. Harry pulled on his own nipples as his fist pumped a
rhythmic pace. Memories of a long,
slender digit, teasing at his entrance before sliding in. Harry wasn't sure if
he could reach the sweet spot on himself, but was determined to try. He pumped
with one hand and fingered his hot, tight hole with the other. Envisioning
Severus in leather pants, behind him, fingers deep inside, his other hand
stroking his cock. Oh, how he wished it were Sev making love to him, pounding
him into the mattress. Harry came with a stifled shout, feeling his own muscles
clench around his fingers as he climaxed.
He lay panting for a moment or so before cleaning himself up.

 

Harry had already thanked Ron for the Sweet Dreams;
only it made Ron pale and avoid him for a day. Severus said it would have been
easier to have been mad, and allow Ron a chance to be forgiven. It would take
less time for things would get back to normal. It was that comment Sev said in
jest that ignited the plan. Harry chuckled out loud at the memory.

 

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Harry had just sent Dobby away with the bread,
inwardly laughing at the look on Sev's face for the infinitesimal amount of
time it took for the mask to go back up. In desperation to change the subject,
Sev went back to the safe subject of Ron.

"It's very Gryffindor of Ron to play nurse-maid
for you. When he wakes you does he wear the cute little nursing hat too?"

 

"Very funny, he would flip if you mentioned
cross-dressing to Ron. It's a fear of his that I'll start wearing pink
robes," Harry said with a snort. "I think you’re right about Ron. I
should retaliate the prank and maybe he'll get over it."

 

"Ron almost had kittens when he realized you
weren't going to a dream about chocolates. He hasn't looked me in the eye
since. Not that he dared to do so before," Severus said smugly. "What
do you have planned, an eye for an eye?"

 

Harry's eyes bugged. "No, I couldn't do that to
him. I'd never convince Hermione to help him out, and I couldn’t leave him to
fend for himself when Pomfrey came in to see him in a mess."

 

"Who said anything about leaving him in a
mess?" The evil grin on Severus' face was almost frightening, so why did
it make Harry stir in his pajamas?

 

"I'd never! You wouldn't would you?" asked
Harry, almost afraid of the answer. He certainly wouldn't touch his best friend
like that.

 

"Of course not, what kind of man do you think I
am?" Severus had the nerve to look affronted. As if he hadn't done just
that to Harry. But that was different, or so he told himself. "If you're
going to play a prank on someone, you really ought to go through the trouble to
do it right," he said with a smirk. "Besides, it worked beautifully
on Black."

 

Harry's eyes grew wide as saucers. Severus left to
pick up supplies and returned to an anxious Harry. He watched in awe as Sev
went to work, pulling out jars and vials from a pouch. "This," he said
pointing to a small bottle, “will make his mouth dry. You make sure he drinks
from this." Sev held up a small glass by the bed. Harry watched him move
Ron's mouth so his lips were a bit more open, dropping in a drop of liquid. Ron
licked his lips, and turned over. Severus placed a few drops of the potion in
the vial into a small glass of water, and then put it by Ron’s bed.

 

"Ok, the stuff you put in his mouth makes him
parched so he'll drink. What's this for?" Harry asked, pointing to the
glass.

 

"This potion is a failed attempt at a birth
control potion for men. Instead of causing a man to halt sperm production, it
causes penile dysfunction." Severus sighed at Harry's confused expression.
"Can't get it up," Sev deadpanned.

 

"Oh," so eloquent. "Why would
you keep a failed potion like that?"

 

"Many a great creation has been formed with a
totally different intention."

 

"Yeah, I guess, but why would you want that
one?" he asked thinking it was a lot of trouble to go through to keep from
getting embarrassed by a midday hard-on in class.

 

"Primarily my functions as a Death Eater are to
spy on Dumbledore, and brew potions that are not readily available to the
general public. While I'm not often asked for more, I must occasionally prove
my loyalties. Voldemort has been convinced of my impotency for several years
now. It has excused me from taking part in a number of unpleasant
activities," again Severus watched Harry closely for his reaction. It
certainly wasn't what Harry had expected Severus to say. Harry nodded in
understanding.

 

"Lesser of two evils I suppose."

 

"Quite."

 

"Tell me again why we're giving it to
Ron?"

 

"You are giving it to Ron. He will still
have his version of a 'Sweet Dream', but this will prevent a physical response
to the dream. He will awake, with no erection, and more importantly, no mess,
leaving him to wonder about who took care of his…ahem, problem." Severus
almost laughed at the shocked look on Harry's face, almost.

 

"Oh my God! You are a sadistic bastard.
I love it!"

 

The whole prank worked like a charm. Ron woke Harry
up as scheduled, asking his name and other inane questions to be assured of
Harry's lack of concussion. Realizing how parched he was, he drank the
potion-spiked water Harry offered him almost immediately. In less then five
minutes Ron returned to bed, and was lightly snoring again. With the 'Sweet
Dreams' powder blown on Ron's face, the prank was in motion.

 

When Ron woke again, he moaned with the memory of
his dreams. Then he realized he wasn't in his own bed with the curtains drawn,
but in the infirmary with Harry. Looking down, expecting to see his bed sheets
tented from his arousal, and seeing none, he quickly checked for the mess he
was so sure he would find. Ron was shocked to find that not only wasn't there a
mess, but an empty bottle of 'Sweet Dreams' was on the bedside table. The
redhead nearly leaped from the bed when he spotted his Potions Master sitting
in a chair on the other side of Harry's bed, book in hand, seemingly
preoccupied by his reading.

 

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Harry lay on his bed, laughing at the memory of a
freaked-out Ron. Ron hadn't gone back to sleep that morning, and wouldn’t tell
what was wrong. Harry had let him stew for the afternoon, before hinting that
it had been a joke. It was three more days to convince him that no one helped
him while he slept. Severus hadn't made it any easier. In class he
commented on Ron's dismal attempt at potions, and suggested that, “Perhaps, Mr.
Weasley…should… get more sleep.” Ron turned as red as his hair, and wouldn't
speak again ‘till late in the day.

 

Thinking back to the week again, Harry wished it
wouldn’t take so long for Sev and him to get back to where they were before. A
little voice in the back of his head was thankful he had some time to work
through how he was feeling about Nott and what he had done. He was also fairly
sure that Albus wouldn't allow Severus to continue a physical relationship with
Harry until after he finished school. Harry had gotten that impression during
an embarrassing meeting with Albus yesterday.

 

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Harry approached the gargoyle by the entrance to the
Headmaster’s office. He didn't know the current password, but had his own
personal password since Albus was given custody of Harry last year. Harry rode
the spiral steps up, thinking he wouldn't be doing this too many more times as
a student.

"Come in, Harry," greeted Albus from
behind the door. Harry still debates with himself if he should ask Albus how he
does that.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" Harry asked
politely, before taking a chair in front of the desk.

 

"Sir? Now Harry, have I been anything but
'Albus' since you came to stay with me?" the twinkle evident in his blue
eyes made Harry smile. It was such a comfort to be welcomed by Albus when Harry
was returned to school after the attack on Privet Drive. Harry had expected to
stay in his dorm room, out of everyone's way, but Albus wouldn't hear of it.
Harry had is own room through a secret passageway just off of Albus' office.
Harry stayed in his 'new' room until the term started. Although he almost never
did, it was a comfort to Harry, knowing he could come back and use his room
whenever he felt the need to be alone, or to feel safe. Harry mostly kept
important things in there that he didn’t want lying around in his dorm room.

 

Harry shook his head and smiled. It had been fun to
see the Professors' expression the first time they heard him call the old
wizard Albus. Snape had been his favorite. He had been midway to taking off
house points when he realized the headmaster had given Harry permission to use
his given name.

 

"Harry? Would you like some tea," asked
Albus, with an amused expression. Harry had the feeling it wasn't the first
time Albus had asked. Harry's mind was wondering today.

 

"Tea would be fine, thanks." Harry watched
Albus pour; he always seemed to smile brighter when he lumped in extra sugar
just the way Harry liked it. It was a wonder how he never got a cavity.

 

"So, you have many changes in your near future.
Are you looking forward to life as member of our wizarding society?" asked
Albus. Harry could see the other questions that were really being asked. How
did he feel about moving, being on his own, joining the Order, his friends
moving on to new things, etc…

 

"Honestly, it's hard to imagine that I'm not
coming back next September, but I'm looking forward to having my own place. It
will be nice having breakfast without a thousand other people for a change.
Dean says he doesn't think he'll be able to sleep without the familiar buzz of
Neville’s snoring," Harry said with a laugh.

 

They continued to chat about what Harry will do when
he leaves school, and other various topics. Their conversation stayed light for
a while. But all good things must come to an end…

 

"We haven't really spoken about what went on
the evening you were attacked," Albus said somberly.

 

"Yes, um, yes we did. I thought we just about
covered it. I really appreciate your decision to punish Nott without
expulsion." Here it comes, he told himself. He knew it was coming… 'Is
there anything else you wanted to tell me about?'

 

"Is there anything else you wanted to tell me
about?" Albus asked. Harry thought the blue eyes could see right through
him. He looked to the floor, his teacup, and anywhere that wasn't Albus.

 

"No sir, um, no, Albus."

 

"I wish for you to know, I feel Mr. Nott's
actions were worthy of a severe punishment. While Argus has some rather nasty
things planned, I'm not sure they fit the crime. I must express my concern
regarding this choice that I've made." Albus looked deeply into Harry's
eyes. The young man thought for sure the wise old wizard could see every
thought he ever had. "Do not make me regret my decision, Harry. If you
feel uncomfortable speaking with me concerning the events involving Mr. Nott,
then perhaps you should speak to someone with whom you are comfortable."

 

Harry's shoulders dropped instantly. No, not the
shrink! Harry yelled inside his head.

 

"Now Harry, you have many changes
approaching." No, not the
shrink! "You're finishing
school, you'll be losing contact with many friends as they find their own
path," No, not the shrink! "Living alone, being totally
responsible for yourself." No, not the shrink! "The training
you'll undergo alone is no small task," Albus explained. All the while,
Harry was listening to his personal mantra in his head. No, not the shrink!

 

"Listen to me, Harry!" Albus said firmly,
startling Harry. It was a tone he had never before heard directed toward him
from Albus.

"I have been very supportive of a future
relationship that you and Severus may have. I've watched the two of you
interact, and I've seen the possibility of something wonderful forming between
Severus and yourself. I'll admit I was not aware of the extent of your friendship
during your holiday," Harry blushed deep crimson. "But nonetheless,
I've encouraged Severus to give you a chance to allow you to get to know him
better. Severus is a very, very private man. It is a great sacrifice for him to
allow you into his personal life, and possibly his heart. I had almost given up
on ever seeing him allow anyone in. I think you, of all people, understand what
it is like to have your personal life manipulated by a meddling old
wizard."

 

Harry nodded. "Yes, sir."

 

"I've manipulated many a thing these past few
weeks. Some I'm sure you're aware of, others perhaps not, but what is important
for you to understand is, Severus means a great deal to me, as you do, Harry.”

 

“If you plan on getting to know him, and perhaps
pursuing a relationship with Severus, I must insist that you do so with a clear
head. If you have issues that prevent you from your goals, you may not get a
second chance. Do you understand what I'm saying to you, Harry?" said
Albus explicitly.

 

The young wizard thought about what Albus had said.
He was not expecting that. Certainly, if Harry were to have issues from that
bastard Nott, Severus could misinterpret his actions as rejection. Harry
seethed with anger, knowing that Nott was affecting him. He had fun joking with
Sev in the infirmary; but yesterday he’d almost punched Ron in the nose, when
he grabbed him unexpectedly.

 

"I understand, Albus," Harry said. He
would owl the counselor in the morning. "I'll take care of it."

 

"Good," the twinkle was back. "Now,
let us plan your warding!" Albus said happily.

 

AN: (Warding is the term used when a
child leaves the home; it is a wizard custom for the most powerful wizards in
the family to join the wizard at his/her new home to place the protection
wards.)