Against His Nature
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
52
Views:
85,312
Reviews:
600
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
4
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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.
Tendrils of Panic
CHAPTER 3
“These are fucking awesome seats…” George was abruptly cut off as Mrs. Weasley slapped him hard across the back of the head, as the eight of them took their seats in the stands of the Quidditch pitch. Harry was the last to shuffle along the line and was about to sit down beside Remus when Mrs. Weasley sprang up from her seat abruptly.
“Oh you can sit here Harry dear, it’s a better view.” Harry frowned deeply at Mrs. Weasley as he glanced at her seat conveniently located between Hermione and Ginny. Harry sighed as he nodded and awkwardly shuffled further into the seats to take Mrs. Weasley’s while she took up his at the end of the row. Harry smiled mildly at Hermione who was holding hands with Ron, before glancing across at Ginny who was practically bouncing off her seat to try and get a better look at the field. Mrs. Weasley had been acting strange all day. Wherever possible she’d made Harry walk, stand and sit next to Ginny. It was becoming irritating, especially when it appeared only Harry was seeing it.
“Popcorn?” Ginny offered her popcorn to Harry as the players flew out onto the field. Everyone was on their feet cheering and shouting enthusiastically except Harry who was staring worriedly at Ginny looking for signs of something not right. Ginny however didn’t seem strange at all and as the game progressed Harry relaxed again and got into the spirit of his birthday.
At halftime the game was tied, and Harry was animatedly discussing the cannons seeker with Ron over the top of Hermione when he felt a warm hand come to rest on his jean-clad thigh. Harry jumped a mile as he turned abruptly back to face Ginny who was smiling at him warmly.
“Come and get a drink with me.” Ginny shouted in order to be heard over the crowd moving about the stands. Harry wondered why Ginny hadn’t asked Hermione to go with her, but nodded in agreement and followed the young red head shuffling out of the stands. Harry followed Ginny down to the drinks stands and fell into line behind the several other people waiting for drinks. There was a companionable silence between the two of them as they waited in line, Harry smiling to himself as he took in the atmosphere of the game.
“Harry,” Harry turned his attention back to Ginny from his perusal of the crowd when she addressed him.
“Yeah, you want some money?” Harry went to shuffle through his pockets of his coat but Ginny reached out and grabbed his hand firmly in her own. Harry paused and stared down at their joined hands, watching strangely as Ginny linked her fingers with Harry’s so that they fit snuggly together.
“Would you be my boyfriend Harry?” Harry hadn’t been expecting that and stood staring at Ginny in shock. Ginny blushed a little as she dragged a dumbfounded Harry up to the drink attendant and asked for two pumpkin juices. Carrying the tray of juice Ginny pulled Harry to the side of the walkway and smiled up at him. It only then hit Harry what had been asked of him, and he opened and closed his mouth several times searching for an appropriate reply.
“Sure, I guess.” Harry stumbled over his words making Ginny blush even more and smile a little embarrassed. “What I mean to say is ‘Yes’ I want to go out with you. I didn’t realize you liked me like that.” Ginny shrugged her shoulders coyly and took a sip from the straw in her juice. “I guess that explains your mum all day.” Harry nervously laughed as he thought back to the strange behavior of Mars Weasley.
“Yeah, she thinks she’s a match maker or something it’s best to ignore her.” Ginny laughed too as she handed Harry his own juice and discarded the tray.
“So what do we do now?” Harry muttered as he drank some of his juice and glanced around him, noting now that everyone was returning to their seats for the second half of the match.
“We go back and watch the rest of the game and ignore my brothers taunts about us holding hands.” With a bright smile Ginny leant forward and kissed Harry gently on the cheek before dragging him back towards the stands where the rest of the family were sitting. All in all it had been one of the stranger birthdays Harry had had, but it certainly had its rewards.
*********************
He pinched the bridge of his nose tightly as he closed his eyes and took a deep calming breath.
“I can not believe you of all people are asking this of me Albus.” His voice was tight and clipped barely containing the anger that simmered just below the surface. “Was it not a condition of my employment that I continue to consume the potion?” Opening his eyes Severus stared at Albus in vain hope. The headmaster sat comfortably in his high winged back chair, nursing a hot chocolate and cookie not at all ruffled by their present conversation.
“Indeed it is a part of your contract to teach Severus, but the Ministry believe….” Albus took a large bite out of his cookie the crumbs raining down like snow onto his beard.
“The Ministry doesn’t know anything!” Snape barked irritably finally loosing his iron control and patience.
“Perhaps,” Albus replied calmly as he continued to watch Snape pace stiffly back and forth in front of his desk. “But in view of the current situation I fear there is little else I can recommend you do.” Snape paused mid stride to glare at Albus’ flippant attitude towards the present situation. “You have already made clear you refuse to choose a suitor for yourself…”
“You know why I can not do that Albus.” Snape growled his eyes flashing dangerously as he continued to glare at the elder wizard.
“Indeed, but in light of the Ministry Law’s there is no other choice. You must stop taking the potion and let nature take it’s course.” Albus sat back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest, his final resolve on the issue set solid as stone. Snape ground his teeth together in anger as he clenched his fists at his side.
“And what of the students?” Snape spat nastily knowing well that he’d lost the fight.
“With any luck you will find a mate before your next cycle, your behavior will undoubtedly be far more manageable if you have a willing supplicant at your disposal.” Albus smiled brightly at Snape who was still glowering at the elder wizard in hatred.
“And if I do not?” Snape growled watching with some minor swell of satisfaction as the sparkle from Albus’ eyes dimmed a little at the comment.
“We will cross that bridge when we come to it Severus.” Albus brushed off the seriousness of ‘that bridge’ with infuriating ease and Severus sneered slightly as the headmaster rose from the chair just as the large wizarding grandfather clock chimed from the reading room. “Ah, the students will be arriving. I thought perhaps you may wish to meet the train this year?” Snape knew when he’d been defeated; the headmasters comment more a command than a request. With an irritated sigh Severus turned to leave the office but only managed to reach the door before Albus spoke again. “Do not despise who you are Severus, take this opportunity to explore the years you could have enjoyed as a young adult…”
TBC>>>>>>
A/N *blows dust and cobwebs off her fic* Not bad, not bad at all. Hope you like the beginning there's much more to come, if only a few of you review and tell me what you think....
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“These are fucking awesome seats…” George was abruptly cut off as Mrs. Weasley slapped him hard across the back of the head, as the eight of them took their seats in the stands of the Quidditch pitch. Harry was the last to shuffle along the line and was about to sit down beside Remus when Mrs. Weasley sprang up from her seat abruptly.
“Oh you can sit here Harry dear, it’s a better view.” Harry frowned deeply at Mrs. Weasley as he glanced at her seat conveniently located between Hermione and Ginny. Harry sighed as he nodded and awkwardly shuffled further into the seats to take Mrs. Weasley’s while she took up his at the end of the row. Harry smiled mildly at Hermione who was holding hands with Ron, before glancing across at Ginny who was practically bouncing off her seat to try and get a better look at the field. Mrs. Weasley had been acting strange all day. Wherever possible she’d made Harry walk, stand and sit next to Ginny. It was becoming irritating, especially when it appeared only Harry was seeing it.
“Popcorn?” Ginny offered her popcorn to Harry as the players flew out onto the field. Everyone was on their feet cheering and shouting enthusiastically except Harry who was staring worriedly at Ginny looking for signs of something not right. Ginny however didn’t seem strange at all and as the game progressed Harry relaxed again and got into the spirit of his birthday.
At halftime the game was tied, and Harry was animatedly discussing the cannons seeker with Ron over the top of Hermione when he felt a warm hand come to rest on his jean-clad thigh. Harry jumped a mile as he turned abruptly back to face Ginny who was smiling at him warmly.
“Come and get a drink with me.” Ginny shouted in order to be heard over the crowd moving about the stands. Harry wondered why Ginny hadn’t asked Hermione to go with her, but nodded in agreement and followed the young red head shuffling out of the stands. Harry followed Ginny down to the drinks stands and fell into line behind the several other people waiting for drinks. There was a companionable silence between the two of them as they waited in line, Harry smiling to himself as he took in the atmosphere of the game.
“Harry,” Harry turned his attention back to Ginny from his perusal of the crowd when she addressed him.
“Yeah, you want some money?” Harry went to shuffle through his pockets of his coat but Ginny reached out and grabbed his hand firmly in her own. Harry paused and stared down at their joined hands, watching strangely as Ginny linked her fingers with Harry’s so that they fit snuggly together.
“Would you be my boyfriend Harry?” Harry hadn’t been expecting that and stood staring at Ginny in shock. Ginny blushed a little as she dragged a dumbfounded Harry up to the drink attendant and asked for two pumpkin juices. Carrying the tray of juice Ginny pulled Harry to the side of the walkway and smiled up at him. It only then hit Harry what had been asked of him, and he opened and closed his mouth several times searching for an appropriate reply.
“Sure, I guess.” Harry stumbled over his words making Ginny blush even more and smile a little embarrassed. “What I mean to say is ‘Yes’ I want to go out with you. I didn’t realize you liked me like that.” Ginny shrugged her shoulders coyly and took a sip from the straw in her juice. “I guess that explains your mum all day.” Harry nervously laughed as he thought back to the strange behavior of Mars Weasley.
“Yeah, she thinks she’s a match maker or something it’s best to ignore her.” Ginny laughed too as she handed Harry his own juice and discarded the tray.
“So what do we do now?” Harry muttered as he drank some of his juice and glanced around him, noting now that everyone was returning to their seats for the second half of the match.
“We go back and watch the rest of the game and ignore my brothers taunts about us holding hands.” With a bright smile Ginny leant forward and kissed Harry gently on the cheek before dragging him back towards the stands where the rest of the family were sitting. All in all it had been one of the stranger birthdays Harry had had, but it certainly had its rewards.
*********************
He pinched the bridge of his nose tightly as he closed his eyes and took a deep calming breath.
“I can not believe you of all people are asking this of me Albus.” His voice was tight and clipped barely containing the anger that simmered just below the surface. “Was it not a condition of my employment that I continue to consume the potion?” Opening his eyes Severus stared at Albus in vain hope. The headmaster sat comfortably in his high winged back chair, nursing a hot chocolate and cookie not at all ruffled by their present conversation.
“Indeed it is a part of your contract to teach Severus, but the Ministry believe….” Albus took a large bite out of his cookie the crumbs raining down like snow onto his beard.
“The Ministry doesn’t know anything!” Snape barked irritably finally loosing his iron control and patience.
“Perhaps,” Albus replied calmly as he continued to watch Snape pace stiffly back and forth in front of his desk. “But in view of the current situation I fear there is little else I can recommend you do.” Snape paused mid stride to glare at Albus’ flippant attitude towards the present situation. “You have already made clear you refuse to choose a suitor for yourself…”
“You know why I can not do that Albus.” Snape growled his eyes flashing dangerously as he continued to glare at the elder wizard.
“Indeed, but in light of the Ministry Law’s there is no other choice. You must stop taking the potion and let nature take it’s course.” Albus sat back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest, his final resolve on the issue set solid as stone. Snape ground his teeth together in anger as he clenched his fists at his side.
“And what of the students?” Snape spat nastily knowing well that he’d lost the fight.
“With any luck you will find a mate before your next cycle, your behavior will undoubtedly be far more manageable if you have a willing supplicant at your disposal.” Albus smiled brightly at Snape who was still glowering at the elder wizard in hatred.
“And if I do not?” Snape growled watching with some minor swell of satisfaction as the sparkle from Albus’ eyes dimmed a little at the comment.
“We will cross that bridge when we come to it Severus.” Albus brushed off the seriousness of ‘that bridge’ with infuriating ease and Severus sneered slightly as the headmaster rose from the chair just as the large wizarding grandfather clock chimed from the reading room. “Ah, the students will be arriving. I thought perhaps you may wish to meet the train this year?” Snape knew when he’d been defeated; the headmasters comment more a command than a request. With an irritated sigh Severus turned to leave the office but only managed to reach the door before Albus spoke again. “Do not despise who you are Severus, take this opportunity to explore the years you could have enjoyed as a young adult…”
TBC>>>>>>
A/N *blows dust and cobwebs off her fic* Not bad, not bad at all. Hope you like the beginning there's much more to come, if only a few of you review and tell me what you think....
cheers
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