A Potion
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
9,517
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
3
Chapter 3
Harry wandered tumultuously down a crowded corridor, not bothering to smile at his friends as they greeted him. He needed somewhere to go and think. The past few weeks had been so chaotic that he had found it difficult to accept everything that had happened.
Harry stumbled into an abandoned classroom and flung himself haphazardly into a nearby desk. He rubbed his forehead thoughtfully and considered the month’s happenings. He felt his stomach give a heave as his thoughts strayed to Snape. He formerly most hated professor had now become his boyfriend. Harry had been eager to jump into Snape’s arms once he realized that he had feelings for the man, but that was what worried him. It had all happened rather quickly. Why had he so readily gone into this relationship with someone he thought he once hated? What’s more is that Snape had also been quite enthusiastic, excepting a few quiet protestations devoid of any conviction. Harry had not expected him to agree so quickly, nor had he expected himself to want to trespass into such dangerous territory so enthusiastically. What had come over them? Had they gone completely bloody insane? Harry grunted in disagreement with his thoughts. No, they weren’t crazy. He knew this much. He could not deny that he felt something, if not a great deal, for Snape. The question was, how much did he feel for the potions master? Were his affections limited only to infatuation, or was it something a little more complicated?
Harry tapped the desk with his fingers loudly, looking quite ill tempered. And since when was he gay anyway? He didn’t remember ever giving another bloke a second look. Plus, there had been Cho Chang, right? He was pretty sure that she wasn’t a guy. Maybe this was all wrong. He had heard unnerving rumors about teenage hormones and what they can do. Perhaps Snape was only the easiest option to satisfy his hormonal urges.
“No, that’s not possible!” Harry exclaimed aloud, only to sink down into the desk, embarrassed and grateful that no one was present to witness his slight outburst. He took a deep breath and calmed himself. Snape was by no means an easy choice. If he had wanted easy he could have tried to get back together with Cho or even given Hermoine a shot. And if he was indeed gay, who knows what Seamus or Neville would say. People lined up to be with the great Harry Potter.
It was something else. There was a different reason why he had chosen Snape, the dark, cold, angry, wanna-be Dark Arts teacher, head of Slytherin potions master who lived down in the dungeons. It was not hormones, lust, or lack of a better choice. There was something warm that had stirred deep within Harry every time he looked at the older man. He felt protected and challenged at the same time. Snape had been one of the only people who hadn’t treated him like a hero or a marvel. In fact, he had treated him quite the opposite. Although he had chastised him and critiqued him for numerous things, he had also been there to help Harry when he needed. He had been there when Quirrel had cursed his broomstick, when Harry needed occlumency lessons, and he had even helped Lupin with his potions and spied for Dumbledore (two people who meant a great deal to Harry). Snape had done many things for him, and the whole time he had told Harry how he wasn’t good enough and how he was so much like his father. No matter how many times Snape insulted, punished, or glared at him, Harry knew that when it came down to it, Snape would protect him to the very end. That was why Harry had turned to him. He had always liked the more complicated relationships, it seemed. Snape knew what Harry really was. He knew that he was no god and yet he still took him in and showed him tenderness and understanding. Harry needed that patient respect and perceptive intimacy. Snape cared for him like no one else did. Harry thanked him for that. He accepted him and he appreciated him. He would stand by Harry’s side in the darkest of days. Even as the fame faded and his infamous legacy found its way tucked away on textbook pages, Snape wouldn’t care. None of that had ever mattered. Harry loved him for that, and as he walked into Snape’s classroom and was taken affectionately into his arms, he tensed as all the feelings of love, warmth, and compassion consumed him and he felt himself rise to the heavens. With an elated emotion that he had never before experienced, Harry listened as Snape spoke the words that would forever haunt him till the end of his days. With fervent candor he spoke the words that had lived in his soul and dominated his mind for, seemingly, all eternity.
“With all my heart, I love you too.”
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Well, what do you guys think? I know it’s not as emotional as Snape’s point of view, but I wanted to show a different array of emotions in Harry. I hope you all liked it. I just wanted to cover a bit of both their feelings, but don’t worry, what’s going on in the world around them will come up next.
Harry wandered tumultuously down a crowded corridor, not bothering to smile at his friends as they greeted him. He needed somewhere to go and think. The past few weeks had been so chaotic that he had found it difficult to accept everything that had happened.
Harry stumbled into an abandoned classroom and flung himself haphazardly into a nearby desk. He rubbed his forehead thoughtfully and considered the month’s happenings. He felt his stomach give a heave as his thoughts strayed to Snape. He formerly most hated professor had now become his boyfriend. Harry had been eager to jump into Snape’s arms once he realized that he had feelings for the man, but that was what worried him. It had all happened rather quickly. Why had he so readily gone into this relationship with someone he thought he once hated? What’s more is that Snape had also been quite enthusiastic, excepting a few quiet protestations devoid of any conviction. Harry had not expected him to agree so quickly, nor had he expected himself to want to trespass into such dangerous territory so enthusiastically. What had come over them? Had they gone completely bloody insane? Harry grunted in disagreement with his thoughts. No, they weren’t crazy. He knew this much. He could not deny that he felt something, if not a great deal, for Snape. The question was, how much did he feel for the potions master? Were his affections limited only to infatuation, or was it something a little more complicated?
Harry tapped the desk with his fingers loudly, looking quite ill tempered. And since when was he gay anyway? He didn’t remember ever giving another bloke a second look. Plus, there had been Cho Chang, right? He was pretty sure that she wasn’t a guy. Maybe this was all wrong. He had heard unnerving rumors about teenage hormones and what they can do. Perhaps Snape was only the easiest option to satisfy his hormonal urges.
“No, that’s not possible!” Harry exclaimed aloud, only to sink down into the desk, embarrassed and grateful that no one was present to witness his slight outburst. He took a deep breath and calmed himself. Snape was by no means an easy choice. If he had wanted easy he could have tried to get back together with Cho or even given Hermoine a shot. And if he was indeed gay, who knows what Seamus or Neville would say. People lined up to be with the great Harry Potter.
It was something else. There was a different reason why he had chosen Snape, the dark, cold, angry, wanna-be Dark Arts teacher, head of Slytherin potions master who lived down in the dungeons. It was not hormones, lust, or lack of a better choice. There was something warm that had stirred deep within Harry every time he looked at the older man. He felt protected and challenged at the same time. Snape had been one of the only people who hadn’t treated him like a hero or a marvel. In fact, he had treated him quite the opposite. Although he had chastised him and critiqued him for numerous things, he had also been there to help Harry when he needed. He had been there when Quirrel had cursed his broomstick, when Harry needed occlumency lessons, and he had even helped Lupin with his potions and spied for Dumbledore (two people who meant a great deal to Harry). Snape had done many things for him, and the whole time he had told Harry how he wasn’t good enough and how he was so much like his father. No matter how many times Snape insulted, punished, or glared at him, Harry knew that when it came down to it, Snape would protect him to the very end. That was why Harry had turned to him. He had always liked the more complicated relationships, it seemed. Snape knew what Harry really was. He knew that he was no god and yet he still took him in and showed him tenderness and understanding. Harry needed that patient respect and perceptive intimacy. Snape cared for him like no one else did. Harry thanked him for that. He accepted him and he appreciated him. He would stand by Harry’s side in the darkest of days. Even as the fame faded and his infamous legacy found its way tucked away on textbook pages, Snape wouldn’t care. None of that had ever mattered. Harry loved him for that, and as he walked into Snape’s classroom and was taken affectionately into his arms, he tensed as all the feelings of love, warmth, and compassion consumed him and he felt himself rise to the heavens. With an elated emotion that he had never before experienced, Harry listened as Snape spoke the words that would forever haunt him till the end of his days. With fervent candor he spoke the words that had lived in his soul and dominated his mind for, seemingly, all eternity.
“With all my heart, I love you too.”
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Well, what do you guys think? I know it’s not as emotional as Snape’s point of view, but I wanted to show a different array of emotions in Harry. I hope you all liked it. I just wanted to cover a bit of both their feelings, but don’t worry, what’s going on in the world around them will come up next.