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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,183
Reviews:
24
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Self Actualization -- Part 2 -- Peeling Onions with Lucius Malfoy
Chapter 3 – Self Actualization part 2: Peeling Onions with Lucius Malfoy
Severus watches Harry walk through the office doorway and sighs. A deep loneliness seems to come over him. It might be a sad thought, but lately, Harry’s been the most interesting thing in the Potions Master’s life.
“Perhaps I should go to a convention this winter…”
He ponders the idea for a few moments, but realizes that there aren’t really any good ones coming up. There’s the one on Ashwinder Eggs, but he’s already seen it twice. The one on the medicinal purposes of Dragon tongue seems interesting, but he’s familiar with the researcher and doesn’t want to put himself through the profligate fabrications. It just makes him cranky and depressed.
“The Wolfsbane could use some work…”
While Professor Snape considers the many defects of the Wolfsbane Potion, he walks into his private room; unaware of the blonde sitting on his couch.
“I would need something to offset the added potency…”
It isn’t until strong arms wrap themselves around his waist, Professor Snape realizes he left his rooms unprotected in his haste and invited Lucius Malfoy in.
“Sevvy…” ugh. “I missed you…”
I’m sure you’re all lost right now, so let’s see if I can help you catch up. Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy have been in a hopelessly dead-end relationship for almost a year. No, Lucius Malfoy is not divorced. No, he doesn’t intend to get divorced, and yes…Severus has given up any hope he had of having his lover to himself. Especially when there are such long spaces of time where they don’t see each other.
“What do you want, Lucius?”
“How cold, my love…And here I thought time makes the heart grow fonder.”
“Three months.” Jackass.
“‘Cissa’s starting to get suspicious.” So what?
“So you decided it was okay to toss me aside for your precious wife?” Jackass.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’ve never given you anything to suggest intent to divorce my wife. My body needs you, but my heart needs her.” I’m a player. So sue me.
“It’s been three months, hasn’t it? Obviously you don’t need me as much as you say you do. Why do you keep torturing me? Why do you put me through this agony when you know that at some point in our relationship, I fell for you? ” I was a fool. A spineless, willing fool. Snape stares at the wall ahead of him, trying to find some semblance of strength in the evenness.
“Look at me, Sevvy. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Over and over I tell you what’s wrong. I look at you and you look away. I use words and you give me the same old tripe.”
“But…”
“Get out.”
“Se-”
“Get. Out.” There’s a coldness in the words that frighten Lucius.
The blonde doesn’t offer a response, ‘cause before he can give one, the room flings its door open and tosses him out on his rear. The look of sheer rage does little to please Snape, but it’s certainly a start.
“You’re right. Nothing has changed. I was a fool to give my heart to someone who never gave me his. Go back to your ‘Cissa, Lucius. Never darken my doorstep again.” Slam!
Severus stares at the door for a while. Just like he found strength in the wall, he finds strength in the solid oak. Never again will it open for scum.
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“Why are my feet so cold…”
A bleary, green gaze looks over a lightly tan shoulder and discovers that half his legs are missing blanket. A glimmer of annoyance flickers in the gaze. Now their owner will have to wake up, move the blanket to cover the rest of his feet, and try to go back to sleep.
”Damnit.”
Harry turns and sees a convenient little clock telling him it’s not only six a.m, it’s Saturday. So of course, he’s even more annoyed, ‘cause really…what sane person wakes up at six on a Saturday? Not to mention, if he moves to shift the blanket, he won’t be able to go back to sleep, ‘cause heaven forbid the-boy-who-bloody-lived-twice get a good night’s rest without waking up cold.
Harry grumbles for a while about his misfortune and tries to sleep through the cold, but the 30 mph howling winds, and his frost-bitten toes wish him luck.
Harry grumbles some more. He’d long ago given up on the idea of sleeping in, anyway.
Legs slide out from under the blanket and slide into fuzzy slippers.
”Are these…too small?”
Harry stares and discovers that they are indeed, suddenly too small for his feet. It wasn’t spelled shrunken…And unless by some freak phenomenon, he’s spontaneously grown bigger feet…
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
He takes his school shoe and puts it beside his foot only to find that it too has mysteriously become too small. His sneakers…His slippers…His school shoes…
“What the hell does this change exactly come with?”
“Hmm…Harry…?”
“It’s alright, Nev. I’m fine. Go back to sleep.”
“Mmm…”
As quietly as he can, Harry lifts himself up and tiptoes into the bathroom to see what else has inconveniently changed. What he sees in the mirror leaves him absolutely baffled, yet oddly excited, so all he can say, is…
“I look hot!”
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Ten minutes later, Harry's still admiring himself in the mirror. The long hair...The new hazel eyes that people can no longer relate to his mother...The big feet...Well maybe not the big feet necessarily, but the height that comes with it. He must've grown half a foot overnight!
"Are those highlights blue?"
Harry tried to calm his newfound vanity, but couldn't seem to get over the change. There aren't many times Harry's been able to admire his own appearance. Usually, he just kind of fusses with his hair a bit, showers, and throws on whatever his hands grab first. For once, he actually wants to go...shopping...
"How weird. I hope I’m not going to be like Malfoy and spend three hours primping.” Same here.
Harry shrugs, and goes to take a shower. Thinking on how well everything’s going so far, he can’t help but remember Professor Snape’s words of warning and wait for the other shoe to drop.
“What could I possibly hate?”
At that moment, Harry looks down to wash his feet, and sees the most interesting tattoo. He checks the rest of his body to see if there are more, and sees that not only is there more, they aren’t all the same: one on each ankle and one on each wrist.
“Fuck.” Oh…That other shoe.
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Valmasy03: You're welcome! Thank you for the review! As you have most likely seen, I've tried to add more description and will try to keep it up in future chapters. I hope the update kept you interested. Have a nice day!
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ironiclaugh: Thank you for the wonderful compliments! I tried to add some description, so I hope it's just the right amount. Hope you enjoyed the update!
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worriorbookwyrm: Thank you! Now I just hope I can convince everyone with the new Harry. Hope you enjoyed the update!
WolfPup5683: Thank you for the advice! I tried all of those (well except for hiking and canoeing. Not much of an outdoors person) and they seemed to help a little, but never enough for me to finish anything. I guess I just needed a break away from writing. A very long break. XD Hope you enjoyed the update!
thrnbrooke: Thank you so much! And you'll just have to wait and see. : P Hope you enjoyed the update!
AUTHOR NOTE:
I know it's difficult to know when I'm going to post up. If you want to know exactly when I update, I have this story up on fanfiction.net under the same title. Just set up an account, and add me to your favorites to get an e-mail notification. Once again, thank you to all those who took the time to rate and continue reading my story. Seeing those nifty little numbers increase really do make my day.
Ja ne!
Severus watches Harry walk through the office doorway and sighs. A deep loneliness seems to come over him. It might be a sad thought, but lately, Harry’s been the most interesting thing in the Potions Master’s life.
“Perhaps I should go to a convention this winter…”
He ponders the idea for a few moments, but realizes that there aren’t really any good ones coming up. There’s the one on Ashwinder Eggs, but he’s already seen it twice. The one on the medicinal purposes of Dragon tongue seems interesting, but he’s familiar with the researcher and doesn’t want to put himself through the profligate fabrications. It just makes him cranky and depressed.
“The Wolfsbane could use some work…”
While Professor Snape considers the many defects of the Wolfsbane Potion, he walks into his private room; unaware of the blonde sitting on his couch.
“I would need something to offset the added potency…”
It isn’t until strong arms wrap themselves around his waist, Professor Snape realizes he left his rooms unprotected in his haste and invited Lucius Malfoy in.
“Sevvy…” ugh. “I missed you…”
I’m sure you’re all lost right now, so let’s see if I can help you catch up. Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy have been in a hopelessly dead-end relationship for almost a year. No, Lucius Malfoy is not divorced. No, he doesn’t intend to get divorced, and yes…Severus has given up any hope he had of having his lover to himself. Especially when there are such long spaces of time where they don’t see each other.
“What do you want, Lucius?”
“How cold, my love…And here I thought time makes the heart grow fonder.”
“Three months.” Jackass.
“‘Cissa’s starting to get suspicious.” So what?
“So you decided it was okay to toss me aside for your precious wife?” Jackass.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’ve never given you anything to suggest intent to divorce my wife. My body needs you, but my heart needs her.” I’m a player. So sue me.
“It’s been three months, hasn’t it? Obviously you don’t need me as much as you say you do. Why do you keep torturing me? Why do you put me through this agony when you know that at some point in our relationship, I fell for you? ” I was a fool. A spineless, willing fool. Snape stares at the wall ahead of him, trying to find some semblance of strength in the evenness.
“Look at me, Sevvy. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Over and over I tell you what’s wrong. I look at you and you look away. I use words and you give me the same old tripe.”
“But…”
“Get out.”
“Se-”
“Get. Out.” There’s a coldness in the words that frighten Lucius.
The blonde doesn’t offer a response, ‘cause before he can give one, the room flings its door open and tosses him out on his rear. The look of sheer rage does little to please Snape, but it’s certainly a start.
“You’re right. Nothing has changed. I was a fool to give my heart to someone who never gave me his. Go back to your ‘Cissa, Lucius. Never darken my doorstep again.” Slam!
Severus stares at the door for a while. Just like he found strength in the wall, he finds strength in the solid oak. Never again will it open for scum.
-----------------------------------
“Why are my feet so cold…”
A bleary, green gaze looks over a lightly tan shoulder and discovers that half his legs are missing blanket. A glimmer of annoyance flickers in the gaze. Now their owner will have to wake up, move the blanket to cover the rest of his feet, and try to go back to sleep.
”Damnit.”
Harry turns and sees a convenient little clock telling him it’s not only six a.m, it’s Saturday. So of course, he’s even more annoyed, ‘cause really…what sane person wakes up at six on a Saturday? Not to mention, if he moves to shift the blanket, he won’t be able to go back to sleep, ‘cause heaven forbid the-boy-who-bloody-lived-twice get a good night’s rest without waking up cold.
Harry grumbles for a while about his misfortune and tries to sleep through the cold, but the 30 mph howling winds, and his frost-bitten toes wish him luck.
Harry grumbles some more. He’d long ago given up on the idea of sleeping in, anyway.
Legs slide out from under the blanket and slide into fuzzy slippers.
”Are these…too small?”
Harry stares and discovers that they are indeed, suddenly too small for his feet. It wasn’t spelled shrunken…And unless by some freak phenomenon, he’s spontaneously grown bigger feet…
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
He takes his school shoe and puts it beside his foot only to find that it too has mysteriously become too small. His sneakers…His slippers…His school shoes…
“What the hell does this change exactly come with?”
“Hmm…Harry…?”
“It’s alright, Nev. I’m fine. Go back to sleep.”
“Mmm…”
As quietly as he can, Harry lifts himself up and tiptoes into the bathroom to see what else has inconveniently changed. What he sees in the mirror leaves him absolutely baffled, yet oddly excited, so all he can say, is…
“I look hot!”
-------------------------------------
Ten minutes later, Harry's still admiring himself in the mirror. The long hair...The new hazel eyes that people can no longer relate to his mother...The big feet...Well maybe not the big feet necessarily, but the height that comes with it. He must've grown half a foot overnight!
"Are those highlights blue?"
Harry tried to calm his newfound vanity, but couldn't seem to get over the change. There aren't many times Harry's been able to admire his own appearance. Usually, he just kind of fusses with his hair a bit, showers, and throws on whatever his hands grab first. For once, he actually wants to go...shopping...
"How weird. I hope I’m not going to be like Malfoy and spend three hours primping.” Same here.
Harry shrugs, and goes to take a shower. Thinking on how well everything’s going so far, he can’t help but remember Professor Snape’s words of warning and wait for the other shoe to drop.
“What could I possibly hate?”
At that moment, Harry looks down to wash his feet, and sees the most interesting tattoo. He checks the rest of his body to see if there are more, and sees that not only is there more, they aren’t all the same: one on each ankle and one on each wrist.
“Fuck.” Oh…That other shoe.
Review Responses:
Valmasy03: You're welcome! Thank you for the review! As you have most likely seen, I've tried to add more description and will try to keep it up in future chapters. I hope the update kept you interested. Have a nice day!
Neith: Aww...Thanks so much! Hope the update hasn't changed your mind.
ironiclaugh: Thank you for the wonderful compliments! I tried to add some description, so I hope it's just the right amount. Hope you enjoyed the update!
elphaba: Thank you! Hope you enjoyed the update!
HazelWolf: That's perfectly alright! I love when readers offer their preferences. They're like carrots for my plotbunnies. Thanks for the review! Hope you enjoyed the update!
worriorbookwyrm: Thank you! Now I just hope I can convince everyone with the new Harry. Hope you enjoyed the update!
WolfPup5683: Thank you for the advice! I tried all of those (well except for hiking and canoeing. Not much of an outdoors person) and they seemed to help a little, but never enough for me to finish anything. I guess I just needed a break away from writing. A very long break. XD Hope you enjoyed the update!
thrnbrooke: Thank you so much! And you'll just have to wait and see. : P Hope you enjoyed the update!
AUTHOR NOTE:
I know it's difficult to know when I'm going to post up. If you want to know exactly when I update, I have this story up on fanfiction.net under the same title. Just set up an account, and add me to your favorites to get an e-mail notification. Once again, thank you to all those who took the time to rate and continue reading my story. Seeing those nifty little numbers increase really do make my day.
Ja ne!