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Winning Back Harry
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Harry Potter AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,548
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Oh for Blood's Sake! Do I look like JKR? Do I have billions of dollars like JKR? No? Then obviously, I DON'T OWN! Now go find something better to do than judge people for being perves who write yummy fan fics!!
Chapter 3
I led him down to Professor Snape’s classroom. He may be a snaky bastard to Harry, because he hates Harry’s dad so much, but I knew he wouldn’t deny Harry a healing salve for his cuts. And if I took him to Madam Pomfrey, too many people would get involved, and Harry didn’t need the bad attention.
As I suspected, Snape took Harry and I right to his personal rooms, sat us on a couch, and slathered a healing salve onto Harry’s injured arm. “Are there any more, Mister Potter? I need to know about every place you hurt yourself, recently at any rate. You wouldn’t want to get an infection.”
I looked at Harry as he shook his head. “Just these.”
Snape sighed. “I may not teach you anymore, but I am still your teacher. If I ever hear about you cutting yourself again, or harming yourself in any way, you will be serving detention. Am I understood?”
He nodded, and I said, “I’ll let you know, Professor. I don’t want him doing this shit either.”
OOoOoOo
“I’m sorry. For everything,” he told me as we headed for lunch. “I hated myself for ignoring you, but it was the only way…” he ended in a whisper.
I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t angry at him, not at all. I was just confused out of my bloody mind! I had so many questions on WHY, but couldn’t put the words together for an inquiry. So I just walked with him to the Great Hall. Since no one was out of their third classes yet, we had our pick of the small round tables in the room. We mutually decided on a secluded one in a more dark corner of the dining hall.
He stayed silent after we sat down. His head was in his hands, and he just stared at the table top, daring his eyes not to leak any more of those precious tears.
After a few minutes, the silence became unbearable, so I decided to speak up. “Hey, I’m not mad at you. I don’t know why you decided to stop talking to me, and that really irks the fuck out of me, but I could never be mad at you. You’re my best friend.”
He scoffed. “You still view me as your best friend? I haven’t acted like a best friend to you since second year.”
“I never gave up on our friendship, Harry. And I never will. But I want to, no, need to know why you never wrote me a single letter, why you stopped talking to me. I have some suspicions, but I still have no idea…”
He looked me straight in the eye. “It hasn’t went away. I can still feel that tingle in my lips every time I look at you. I wake up every night in a sweat, after dreaming about you. Every time I look at you, every time I am close to you, I feel like ravishing you, taking you, making you moan my name. And I’m not comfortable with that, for many reasons.
“I hate the fact that I am not normal. I hate the fact that I am in love with you, and can’t get over it. I hate that every time I think about girls, my arousal just disappears, deflates, desists, and there is nothing I can do to get it back unless I think about you. I hate that I cut myself because the pain of having to stay away from you is unbearable. And now, I hate how much you are going to hate me now that you know.”
I tried to mull it all over in my head. Did he hate being gay? Did he not want me? That doesn’t make sense, obviously he has stroked off to the mere thought of me… Or did he? I still had no idea, no answers to any of my questions, really.
“I’m as gay for you as you are for me, Harry,” I blurted out, without thinking the words over first. But it needed to be said. “Besides, I could never hate you, even if you are an arrogant prat. And I’m here for the taking, Harry, if you’ll have me.”
Harry just stared at me, obviously in shock. “You-You’re gay too? And you want me?”
I scooted my chair close to his and held out my hand. He gingerly placed his into it. “Only if you leave out the ravishing. I’ve never had, you know, before. Being raped is not how I saw my first time with you.”
“Can I kiss you, then?”
I nodded, and closed my eyes. A second later, I felt his warm breath tickling my lips, then his were placed gently onto my own. My throat closed, making my breath hitch, as the tingles turned to fire, ripping through every cell in my body.
He pulled away, and I opened my eyes. His bright green ones were burning into mine, and before I knew it, I was in his lap, forcing another kiss on him. He moaned and opened his mouth to mine, and our tongues began their first sensual dance together.
“Boys,” we heard, and I quickly jumped off his lap. “It’s about bloody time!” Hermione whispered, and pulled me into a tight hug.
“Hermioneeee, I can’t fucking breathe!” I gasped. She let go blushing like mad, and turned to Harry. “You better stop wearing that gaudy black shit everywhere, now, Harry. It hardly makes you sexy.”
At least someone was talking sense.
TBC
A/N - That’s all for this morning, folks. Please R&R, and I’ll post the rest this afternoon. I’m tired, and I am going to bed. Good night!
As I suspected, Snape took Harry and I right to his personal rooms, sat us on a couch, and slathered a healing salve onto Harry’s injured arm. “Are there any more, Mister Potter? I need to know about every place you hurt yourself, recently at any rate. You wouldn’t want to get an infection.”
I looked at Harry as he shook his head. “Just these.”
Snape sighed. “I may not teach you anymore, but I am still your teacher. If I ever hear about you cutting yourself again, or harming yourself in any way, you will be serving detention. Am I understood?”
He nodded, and I said, “I’ll let you know, Professor. I don’t want him doing this shit either.”
OOoOoOo
“I’m sorry. For everything,” he told me as we headed for lunch. “I hated myself for ignoring you, but it was the only way…” he ended in a whisper.
I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t angry at him, not at all. I was just confused out of my bloody mind! I had so many questions on WHY, but couldn’t put the words together for an inquiry. So I just walked with him to the Great Hall. Since no one was out of their third classes yet, we had our pick of the small round tables in the room. We mutually decided on a secluded one in a more dark corner of the dining hall.
He stayed silent after we sat down. His head was in his hands, and he just stared at the table top, daring his eyes not to leak any more of those precious tears.
After a few minutes, the silence became unbearable, so I decided to speak up. “Hey, I’m not mad at you. I don’t know why you decided to stop talking to me, and that really irks the fuck out of me, but I could never be mad at you. You’re my best friend.”
He scoffed. “You still view me as your best friend? I haven’t acted like a best friend to you since second year.”
“I never gave up on our friendship, Harry. And I never will. But I want to, no, need to know why you never wrote me a single letter, why you stopped talking to me. I have some suspicions, but I still have no idea…”
He looked me straight in the eye. “It hasn’t went away. I can still feel that tingle in my lips every time I look at you. I wake up every night in a sweat, after dreaming about you. Every time I look at you, every time I am close to you, I feel like ravishing you, taking you, making you moan my name. And I’m not comfortable with that, for many reasons.
“I hate the fact that I am not normal. I hate the fact that I am in love with you, and can’t get over it. I hate that every time I think about girls, my arousal just disappears, deflates, desists, and there is nothing I can do to get it back unless I think about you. I hate that I cut myself because the pain of having to stay away from you is unbearable. And now, I hate how much you are going to hate me now that you know.”
I tried to mull it all over in my head. Did he hate being gay? Did he not want me? That doesn’t make sense, obviously he has stroked off to the mere thought of me… Or did he? I still had no idea, no answers to any of my questions, really.
“I’m as gay for you as you are for me, Harry,” I blurted out, without thinking the words over first. But it needed to be said. “Besides, I could never hate you, even if you are an arrogant prat. And I’m here for the taking, Harry, if you’ll have me.”
Harry just stared at me, obviously in shock. “You-You’re gay too? And you want me?”
I scooted my chair close to his and held out my hand. He gingerly placed his into it. “Only if you leave out the ravishing. I’ve never had, you know, before. Being raped is not how I saw my first time with you.”
“Can I kiss you, then?”
I nodded, and closed my eyes. A second later, I felt his warm breath tickling my lips, then his were placed gently onto my own. My throat closed, making my breath hitch, as the tingles turned to fire, ripping through every cell in my body.
He pulled away, and I opened my eyes. His bright green ones were burning into mine, and before I knew it, I was in his lap, forcing another kiss on him. He moaned and opened his mouth to mine, and our tongues began their first sensual dance together.
“Boys,” we heard, and I quickly jumped off his lap. “It’s about bloody time!” Hermione whispered, and pulled me into a tight hug.
“Hermioneeee, I can’t fucking breathe!” I gasped. She let go blushing like mad, and turned to Harry. “You better stop wearing that gaudy black shit everywhere, now, Harry. It hardly makes you sexy.”
At least someone was talking sense.
TBC
A/N - That’s all for this morning, folks. Please R&R, and I’ll post the rest this afternoon. I’m tired, and I am going to bed. Good night!