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A Painful Choice
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
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10
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21,840
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Chapter Three
Chapter Three
A/N I wish to thank all those that took the time to read and review. I am grateful for your input and Constructive criticism is always welcome.
“what are you going to do with this information, Potter?”
Harry looked over at Draco and shrugged his shoulders. “There is nothing to be done with the information. It is all over. I am leaving after the award Ceremony and I don’t foresee returning for more than a quick visit to friends now and again. I would leave right after the new Minister is elected but I think I will have fewer people searching for me if I let them ‘Honor ’ Me.”
“Am I to understand that you had me read the confession of that..that cold blooded cretin for nothing?” Draco was sputtering in anger and frustration.
Harry was taken aback by the amount of anger and hatred that was coming from the blond. He felt the beginnings of a headache. “Malfoy, calm down, you are going to make yourself sick and your anger is giving me a headache. My reasons for letting you read that letter were entirely selfish, I didn’t know that it would effect you so strongly.”
“You can be incredibly dense at times, Potter. They are going to honor that crazy old man, build statues to his memory, name countless children after him. I could accept the Malfoy name being tarnished and my father’s death because I knew that it was deserved. My father did horrible things and was hell bent on me following after him. I could accept that my friends and I will have to struggle to regain our very humanity in the eyes of the wizarding world because of the crimes of our parents. How am I to accept those things now that I know that the man that they all think is a bloody saint committed similar crimes. He got your parents killed, he put you into an abusive household to be beaten and starved, he forced you into a meet and greet with the dark lord every bloody year to toughen you up and you plan to let the world think him a God while you walk away from the only friends you have ever had. I don’t know what your selfish reasons for sharing this insanity with me are, but frankly I don’t think that I can help you with them right now.” Draco took a calming breath to collect himself. “Why don’t you stay the night and we can talk again tomorrow.”
“I told Snape that I would be back sometime tonight I should go. If you want to talk tomorrow just come over, and if you don’t I will understand. For what it is worth I am sorry.”
“Don’t be. None of this is your fault and for Merlin’s sake don’t do the whole Gryffindor guilt thing. I will come see you and Severus in the morning.”
Dinner at number 12 was a quiet affair. Snape had tried to question Harry on his earlier statements, but he quickly gave up when it became obvious he was not going to get any answers. Harry for his part couldn’t be bothered with small talk and ate his meal in silence. After their meal the retired to the front parlor. Harry poured himself a healthy dose of Firewhisky and gestured to Snape to pick his poison from the fully stocked bar. Harry sat at the small desk near the fire to compose his acceptance speech for his Merlin First Class medal and Snape picked up the book that he had been reading earlier. They passed the time in a surprisingly comfortable silence until Harry started to yawn and excused himself for bed.
His body was tired but Harry found it difficult even with meditation to calm his thoughts. He was pondering Draco’s reaction when the pain hit him. His body went rigid in shock as the pain traveled along his nerve endings causing him to convulse. It felt similar to the Cruciatus Curse and he found himself crying out as his muscles tightened intensifying the effect. This was not the first time that this had happened and he knew intellectually that it would pass, but that didn’t stop him from chanting in his head to all the Gods to please let it end.
At some point he had fallen off of his bed and lay twitching uncontrollably on the floor. He could feel someone shaking him and distantly hear a voice repeating his name, but it was all to far away for him to acknowledge. He finally felt something wet passing his tightly clenched teeth before the blessed darkness claimed him.
When Harry woke he immediately knew that something was wrong. He could barely open his eyes and when he managed it the sun was far to bright and high in the sky. He checked the time and was stunned to see that he had slept until 10:30. He forced his body upright and headed to the back parlor. He went through his entire exercise routine despite his screaming muscles before taking his shower and dressing for the day.
He entered the kitchen to find Severus talking quietly with Draco. They looked up when he entered and he could see that he was interrupting something. He nodded to them and made himself some tea and toast.
“Good Morning Potions Master Snape, Malfoy. I hope I am not interrupting anything.”
Apparently small talk was not to be the order of the day. “Potter cut the Shit, call me Severus and tell me what the hell happened to you last night. I am also told that there is a letter that I should read.”
Harry glanced at Draco, noting that at least he had the grace to look sheepish. “I am not sure that using your given name would be appropriate while you are still addressing me by my surname, Sir. Sharing that letter was a selfish mistake that I do not intend to repeat, and I do not really know what happened to me last night. It has happened a few times since the final battle, but I seem to recover within a couple of days. I would like to thank you for your timely intervention, I feel much better today than I normally do after an episode like that.” Taking a bite of toast he sat at the kitchen table gesturing for them to join him.
Snape gave an exasperated sigh before sitting down. “Very well I will call you Harry, you will call me Severus, and we will both call him..” he waved in Draco’s direction. “Draco.” Draco looked a bit insulted but didn’t comment as he too sat at the small table.
“Fair enough, Severus. Since we are all playing nice, now is probably a good time to discuss what will happen after the awards ceremony. As I told Draco, I will be leaving the country and will be unavailable for comment for the foreseeable future. If it is satisfactory to you, I would like to leave this house in your care while I am away. The order is still using it for meetings at the moment, but it would your choice whether that is to continue or not after that time. I would ask that I be able to stay here when I come to visit, but other than that stipulation it would be entirely up to you who can come and go.”
Snape opened his mouth to respond, found that he had no idea what to say and snapped it shut. Trying again he managed to ask why.
“Why what? Why am I leaving the country, or why am I leaving you the house?” Harry fought the amusement that he felt at the various emotions that he could feel coming from both of the men sitting at his table. Next thing you know his eyes would start twinkling.
“Both.”
“I need to be alone for awhile and I hardly think that I will be able to manage that here. There are too many people that believe that I still owe them something and I won’t be able find peace from the media or even from my friends if I am still accessible to them. I want you to have the house so that you have some control over your life for the first time in more years than I have been alive. McGonagall mentioned that you might be returning to Hogwarts, and if that is what you want than by all means do so, but I didn’t want you to feel like you had nowhere else to go.”
“Ever the noble Gryffindor hero aren’t you Potter? I do not need your charity any more than I need Minerva’s.” The man growled out with a death glare that could make a grown man quake in his boots.
Harry tried and failed to bite back a bitter sounding laugh. “I hardly think that saddling you with this place could be considered charitable. As far as being a noble hero I believe that I will leave that to those with less blood on their hands. “ Harry downed the last of his tea stood and looked down at Malfoy who had remained quiet. “Draco, if you wouldn’t mind coming with me, I believe that we have some things to discuss.” The young aristocrat moved to follow as Harry turned back to Severus. “Let me know what you decide. We will be in the study if you need us.”
They walked past the eerily quiet portrait of Mrs. Black and into the study. Harry silently and without his wand he lit the fire in the grate and sat on the sofa. He was about to offer Draco a seat when he felt an unusual emotion coming from the blonde. It felt almost like arousal. He looked up quickly to find Draco staring at him with something akin to awe. “Draco?”
“Do you have any bloody idea how powerful you are, Potter? I saw you that night you know. I was almost hit by a killing curse because I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you. You practically glowed.” Draco spoke in a soft voice as if he were in a trance. “There was chaos everywhere, but you just moved through it as if it were nothing. Death Eaters falling at your feet.” He sat so close to Harry that their knees were touching. “You were like an avenging angel, beautiful and deadly.”
Harry swallowed heavily as Draco removed his glasses and leaned over him to place them on the side table. He could no longer separate his feelings from Draco’s and he wasn’t entirely sure that he wanted to. It had been so long since someone looked at him like that. He didn’t resist when Draco slid into his lap straddling his thighs as he pressed his lips to Harry’s in an almost chaste kiss. Harry had never been with another male and some part of him thought that he should resist, should move away or at least protest, but it was a small part of him and was easily overwhelmed by sensation as Draco deepened the kiss.
Harry took control instinctively pulling the hard body above him closer to gain more contact. Draco moaned as his cloth covered cock came into contact with Harry’s. Throwing back his head he began to grind into Harry who bucked up to meet him. It didn’t take long for them both to find release and Draco went limp in Harry’s arms. Harry separated them long enough to cast a cleaning charm on them both before pulling Draco back in close. “Well that was interesting.” Harry whispered.
TBC
A/N I wish to thank all those that took the time to read and review. I am grateful for your input and Constructive criticism is always welcome.
“what are you going to do with this information, Potter?”
Harry looked over at Draco and shrugged his shoulders. “There is nothing to be done with the information. It is all over. I am leaving after the award Ceremony and I don’t foresee returning for more than a quick visit to friends now and again. I would leave right after the new Minister is elected but I think I will have fewer people searching for me if I let them ‘Honor ’ Me.”
“Am I to understand that you had me read the confession of that..that cold blooded cretin for nothing?” Draco was sputtering in anger and frustration.
Harry was taken aback by the amount of anger and hatred that was coming from the blond. He felt the beginnings of a headache. “Malfoy, calm down, you are going to make yourself sick and your anger is giving me a headache. My reasons for letting you read that letter were entirely selfish, I didn’t know that it would effect you so strongly.”
“You can be incredibly dense at times, Potter. They are going to honor that crazy old man, build statues to his memory, name countless children after him. I could accept the Malfoy name being tarnished and my father’s death because I knew that it was deserved. My father did horrible things and was hell bent on me following after him. I could accept that my friends and I will have to struggle to regain our very humanity in the eyes of the wizarding world because of the crimes of our parents. How am I to accept those things now that I know that the man that they all think is a bloody saint committed similar crimes. He got your parents killed, he put you into an abusive household to be beaten and starved, he forced you into a meet and greet with the dark lord every bloody year to toughen you up and you plan to let the world think him a God while you walk away from the only friends you have ever had. I don’t know what your selfish reasons for sharing this insanity with me are, but frankly I don’t think that I can help you with them right now.” Draco took a calming breath to collect himself. “Why don’t you stay the night and we can talk again tomorrow.”
“I told Snape that I would be back sometime tonight I should go. If you want to talk tomorrow just come over, and if you don’t I will understand. For what it is worth I am sorry.”
“Don’t be. None of this is your fault and for Merlin’s sake don’t do the whole Gryffindor guilt thing. I will come see you and Severus in the morning.”
Dinner at number 12 was a quiet affair. Snape had tried to question Harry on his earlier statements, but he quickly gave up when it became obvious he was not going to get any answers. Harry for his part couldn’t be bothered with small talk and ate his meal in silence. After their meal the retired to the front parlor. Harry poured himself a healthy dose of Firewhisky and gestured to Snape to pick his poison from the fully stocked bar. Harry sat at the small desk near the fire to compose his acceptance speech for his Merlin First Class medal and Snape picked up the book that he had been reading earlier. They passed the time in a surprisingly comfortable silence until Harry started to yawn and excused himself for bed.
His body was tired but Harry found it difficult even with meditation to calm his thoughts. He was pondering Draco’s reaction when the pain hit him. His body went rigid in shock as the pain traveled along his nerve endings causing him to convulse. It felt similar to the Cruciatus Curse and he found himself crying out as his muscles tightened intensifying the effect. This was not the first time that this had happened and he knew intellectually that it would pass, but that didn’t stop him from chanting in his head to all the Gods to please let it end.
At some point he had fallen off of his bed and lay twitching uncontrollably on the floor. He could feel someone shaking him and distantly hear a voice repeating his name, but it was all to far away for him to acknowledge. He finally felt something wet passing his tightly clenched teeth before the blessed darkness claimed him.
When Harry woke he immediately knew that something was wrong. He could barely open his eyes and when he managed it the sun was far to bright and high in the sky. He checked the time and was stunned to see that he had slept until 10:30. He forced his body upright and headed to the back parlor. He went through his entire exercise routine despite his screaming muscles before taking his shower and dressing for the day.
He entered the kitchen to find Severus talking quietly with Draco. They looked up when he entered and he could see that he was interrupting something. He nodded to them and made himself some tea and toast.
“Good Morning Potions Master Snape, Malfoy. I hope I am not interrupting anything.”
Apparently small talk was not to be the order of the day. “Potter cut the Shit, call me Severus and tell me what the hell happened to you last night. I am also told that there is a letter that I should read.”
Harry glanced at Draco, noting that at least he had the grace to look sheepish. “I am not sure that using your given name would be appropriate while you are still addressing me by my surname, Sir. Sharing that letter was a selfish mistake that I do not intend to repeat, and I do not really know what happened to me last night. It has happened a few times since the final battle, but I seem to recover within a couple of days. I would like to thank you for your timely intervention, I feel much better today than I normally do after an episode like that.” Taking a bite of toast he sat at the kitchen table gesturing for them to join him.
Snape gave an exasperated sigh before sitting down. “Very well I will call you Harry, you will call me Severus, and we will both call him..” he waved in Draco’s direction. “Draco.” Draco looked a bit insulted but didn’t comment as he too sat at the small table.
“Fair enough, Severus. Since we are all playing nice, now is probably a good time to discuss what will happen after the awards ceremony. As I told Draco, I will be leaving the country and will be unavailable for comment for the foreseeable future. If it is satisfactory to you, I would like to leave this house in your care while I am away. The order is still using it for meetings at the moment, but it would your choice whether that is to continue or not after that time. I would ask that I be able to stay here when I come to visit, but other than that stipulation it would be entirely up to you who can come and go.”
Snape opened his mouth to respond, found that he had no idea what to say and snapped it shut. Trying again he managed to ask why.
“Why what? Why am I leaving the country, or why am I leaving you the house?” Harry fought the amusement that he felt at the various emotions that he could feel coming from both of the men sitting at his table. Next thing you know his eyes would start twinkling.
“Both.”
“I need to be alone for awhile and I hardly think that I will be able to manage that here. There are too many people that believe that I still owe them something and I won’t be able find peace from the media or even from my friends if I am still accessible to them. I want you to have the house so that you have some control over your life for the first time in more years than I have been alive. McGonagall mentioned that you might be returning to Hogwarts, and if that is what you want than by all means do so, but I didn’t want you to feel like you had nowhere else to go.”
“Ever the noble Gryffindor hero aren’t you Potter? I do not need your charity any more than I need Minerva’s.” The man growled out with a death glare that could make a grown man quake in his boots.
Harry tried and failed to bite back a bitter sounding laugh. “I hardly think that saddling you with this place could be considered charitable. As far as being a noble hero I believe that I will leave that to those with less blood on their hands. “ Harry downed the last of his tea stood and looked down at Malfoy who had remained quiet. “Draco, if you wouldn’t mind coming with me, I believe that we have some things to discuss.” The young aristocrat moved to follow as Harry turned back to Severus. “Let me know what you decide. We will be in the study if you need us.”
They walked past the eerily quiet portrait of Mrs. Black and into the study. Harry silently and without his wand he lit the fire in the grate and sat on the sofa. He was about to offer Draco a seat when he felt an unusual emotion coming from the blonde. It felt almost like arousal. He looked up quickly to find Draco staring at him with something akin to awe. “Draco?”
“Do you have any bloody idea how powerful you are, Potter? I saw you that night you know. I was almost hit by a killing curse because I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you. You practically glowed.” Draco spoke in a soft voice as if he were in a trance. “There was chaos everywhere, but you just moved through it as if it were nothing. Death Eaters falling at your feet.” He sat so close to Harry that their knees were touching. “You were like an avenging angel, beautiful and deadly.”
Harry swallowed heavily as Draco removed his glasses and leaned over him to place them on the side table. He could no longer separate his feelings from Draco’s and he wasn’t entirely sure that he wanted to. It had been so long since someone looked at him like that. He didn’t resist when Draco slid into his lap straddling his thighs as he pressed his lips to Harry’s in an almost chaste kiss. Harry had never been with another male and some part of him thought that he should resist, should move away or at least protest, but it was a small part of him and was easily overwhelmed by sensation as Draco deepened the kiss.
Harry took control instinctively pulling the hard body above him closer to gain more contact. Draco moaned as his cloth covered cock came into contact with Harry’s. Throwing back his head he began to grind into Harry who bucked up to meet him. It didn’t take long for them both to find release and Draco went limp in Harry’s arms. Harry separated them long enough to cast a cleaning charm on them both before pulling Draco back in close. “Well that was interesting.” Harry whispered.
TBC