The Friday Boy

CHAPTER 29

Harry was surprised to find the door to Snape’s private chambers automatically opening for him as he approached. Tentative about entering unannounced Harry stepped cautiously across the threshold and glanced about. Snape was nowhere to be seen and the living room was darker than usual with only a small torch by the lab door and the fire providing any light.

“Severus?” Harry whispered softly as he padded through the lounge noting Snape’s discarded teaching robe flung over the back of his armchair. Nothing out of the ordinary was out of place as Harry glanced into the lab to see if Snape was working. The lab was empty and clean and Harry turned his attention to Snape’s bedroom. As he approached the door quietly Harry began to hear the muffled noises coming from within. Harry swallowed nervously as he stepped up to the archway and glanced inside almost afraid of what he’d find. The first thing Harry noticed in the dimly lit room was that Snape’s bed was still made, not a crinkle or bump to suggest anyone had been in it since this morning. Sticking his head a little further into the room Harry’s eyes darted about finally coming to rest on Snape’s figure standing by the fire. Snape had his back turned and was staring down at something on the floor. Harry couldn’t see what had the elder wizard attention and so he took another step into the room to get a better view. At the shorter angle Harry could now see perfectly the familiar naked boy knelt at Snape’s feet, his head bowed to the floor and his white backside sticking up in the air.

“Ah Potter I had wondered if you’d be on time.” Harry jumped a little startled as Snape casually glanced over his shoulder having sensed the boy’s entry. Harry swallowed nervously wondering what on earth was going on as he watched Snape step away from the boy leaving the blonde still knelt on the rug beside the fire. “Drink?” Snape enquired as he moved over to his dresser and began pouring two glasses of whisky before Harry could even agree.

“What’s he doing here?” Harry whispered through clenched teeth as he tried to control the surge of jealousy that began to rise in him as he noticed scratch marks and purpling bite marks all over Draco’s back. Snape sipped from his glass after handing Harry his own drink, the elder wizard slowly walking back over to where Draco was unmoving.

“Well you see Potter, Mr. Malfoy here has desires for a certain death eater among us. So me being the extremely generous type of wizard I am decided I’d give him a little taste of just what he wanted.” Harry’s hand clenched tighter around his glass becoming a little worried that just because the bed was made didn’t mean something hadn’t gone off in the bedroom. Harry gulped a mouthful of the whisky as he watched Snape circle Draco’s prone form before leaning down and yanking the boy’s head up with a fist full of blonde hair. Harry’s eyes widened a little at Draco’s bloodied face, the boy’s cheeks bruised and his lips swollen and split. Draco’s sapphire blue eyes flickered across at Harry, before falling back almost shamefully to the floor. “You know what Potter, I don’t think the reality of his desires was much like what he’d thought it was going to be was it Draco?” Snape gave an angry tug on Draco’s hair and Harry watched as the boy shook his head as best as possible under Snape’s firm grip.

“No sir.” Draco whispered his voice raw as if he’d screamed his lungs out for the last week. Harry was confused and frowned at Snape who had roughly let go of Draco’s hair and let the boy kneel back down on the rug. Snape took anther drink of his whisky as he smiled wickedly at Harry before gesturing with his hand over to his chest of draws. It was then that Harry spotted Snape’s pensieve sitting uncovered and glowing with recent use on top of the draw. Harry raised a curious eyebrow at Snape who moved over to his pensieve and gave it a quick flick of his wand to cover it back over with the velvet cloth.

“Draco’s learnt a lesson today Potter,” Snape commented casually as he turned back to where Draco was knelt on the rug his head sinking further into the floor. “I think he understands now why little boys should be careful what they wish for. Isn’t that right Draco?” Harry looked from Snape across at the blonde who had raised his head enough to nod again.

“Yes sir.” Draco trailed off and Snape smiled evilly as he downed what was left of his whisky and put the glass back beside the decanter on the draw.

“I don’t think Mr. Malfoy here will be enforcing his blackmail any longer and I see no reason why he should mention this to anyone. I have plenty more memories I’d be more than happy to share with you Draco, if you dare cross me again.” Harry watched Draco’s head snap up in fear his eyes glittering with unshed tears as Snape threw a bundle of clothes at the blonde from on the corner of his bed. “I suggest you get out of my sight Draco before I lose my temper again.” Harry watched on stunned as Draco gathered up his clothes in his arms quickly before hauling himself to his feet and scurrying out of the room as quickly as his legs could carry him. Harry remained silent until he heard the door of Snape’s outer chambers slide closed behind Draco’s retreating figure. Carefully sipping his whisky Harry turned back to where Snape had moved over to the bed and was turning down the blankets and sheets.

“What did you do to him?” Harry whispered as he watched Snape sit down on his trunk at the foot of his bed and begin pulling off his boots.

“I showed him some of the choice memories of my time in the service of the Dark Lord. A well placed realism charm to heighten the physical experience and before long he was begging me to forgive him.” Harry shivered a little at the very thought of experiencing some of Snape’s memories. Harry wasn’t deluded enough to believe Snape was a good person, he’d probably done a lot more hideous things than Harry would ever do in his life time but it was the regret that tinged Snape’s voice every time he referred to his behavior that set Snape apart from the others in the dark lords service. Harry finished his drink just as Snape stood up and pulled his shirt over his head to throw it into the pile next to him for the house elves to collect. “If you intend staying the night Potter, I suggest you make some effort to get into bed.” Harry smiled in surprise at Snape’s suggestion having not expected to spend every night in Snape’s bed. With his trousers sitting on his hips Snape disappeared into the bathroom, Harry admiring the flex of muscle on the man’s upper torso as he disappeared. Scurrying to get undressed Harry was soon stripped down to his cotton y-fronts and was jumping into the warm, spicy scented blankets. Harry listened to Snape in the bathroom before the wizard returned dressed in a plain gray nightgown much to Harry’s irritation, knowing that undoubtedly meant nothing was going to happen but sleep tonight.

“How are you feeling after last night?” Snape inquired as he sat on the edge of the bed to sort out his bedside table, and the routine health potions he took every morning. Harry rolled over on his side and propped his head up on his elbow as he stared at Snape’s back.

“A little sore still but getting better. My muscles ached this morning and I couldn’t pee straight if my life had depended on it.” Harry watched Snape’s shoulders jiggle in amusement as the elder wizard settled back into bed and rolled over to face Harry. Automatically Harry’s eyes slid closed as Snape trailed a delicate potion stained finger across Harry’s forehead, bushing a stray lock of hair before gently stroking it over Harry’s cheek. The touch was so intimate and Harry smiled to himself as he felt Snape lean down and press a soft kiss to his forehead.

“It’ll get easier Potter,” Snape breathed out as he wrapped his arm around Harry’s waist and rolled the boy over so that he was spooned up against his chest.

”You always smell wonderful.” Harry muttered dreamily as he snuggled back against Snape’s chest his entire body molded to fit against Snape’s as the elder man wrapped his arm around his waist and rested his face against the back of Harry’s neck. Snape smiled against Harry’s skin as he stroked his fingers over Harry’s flat stomach, listening to the boys breathing as it evened out and deepened. With Harry asleep Snape gave over to his own fatigue and with a crooked smile twitching at the corner of his mouth the potion professor surrendered to sleep.

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

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