Holiday With You

Title: Holiday With You (part 3)
Author: Anais
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Snape
Warning: Slash
Year: 6
Disclaimer: I wish I owned the men, but Ms. Rowling has that honor.

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At six-thirty their wake-up call came. Reluctantly Harry sat up, wiping sleep out of his eyes. Snape, still half-sleep, stumbled to the bathroom. He had slept well next to the younger man, but he had a strange dream. It concerned himself and Harry. They were lovers in his dream. Snape hadn\'t felt happier until he woke up and realized it was only a dream. As he got into the shower he sternly told himself that the feelings he had discovered he harbored for Harry since the start of term were stupid and insubstantial. Yet his heart told him that those feelings were pure and no matter what he would have them.

Harry sat on the bed, tousling his hair and yawning. He really didn\'t want to get up. During the night he had nearly rolled onto his professor. Thankfully he caught himself. When he awoke this morning his face was buried in the man\'s back. It was nice being that close, he wished that something had happened to make getting up worthless.

Dressed and bundled in black peacoats and knitted scarves, they set out to look for Lowerman\'s Academy. Snape had his wand out, concealed by a newspaper. It searched the area for any magic. When it found some it would shoot out blue sparks. Harry carried in his gloved hands a styrofoam cup of steaming hot chocolate. The continental breakfast looked too delicious to pass by; he had also grabbed a poppy seed bagel. \"You want some hot chocolate?\" He offered the cup to Snape.

The professor shook his head. The gesture was unexpected, but generous. \"No, thank you, Potter. I\'m fine.\"

Harry walked beside him silently, chewing on his bagel, admiring the sights of Wickerton. They passed a general store, a seamstress shop, and a little Chinese take away. \"Are we almost there?\" he asked.

Snape shook his head. He was especially sour this morning. Harry wondered what had put him his his mood.

Suddenly Snape\'s wand shot out blue sparks and they saw the huge wrought iron gates marking Lowerman\'s Academy. Snape pushed a buzzer and a short black man with bright blue eyes in a parka Apparated. He dawdled up, smoking a pipe. \"Hello, how may I help you?\"

\"We\'re wizards from Hogwarts and we were wondering if the wizard conference...\", Snape began.

The black wizard gave a hearty laugh. \"I\'m sorry, fellows. It\'s been canceled. Alot of the wizards couldn\'t make it on account of the blizzard that\'s about to hit New York. Didn\'t you hear?\"

\"When was it announced?\" Snape and Harry exchanged looks.

The black wizard rubbed his chin, his blue eyes turned heavenward. \"Hmm...last night. I had Juksendsend owls to everyone on the list. You must be Professor Snape,\" he held his hand out and Snape took it. \"And...let\'s see...ahh..yes...I see the scar...Harry Potter. You\'re famous over here too, boy. Dumbledore personally told me you two would be coming.\"

Harry felt his face grow warm. He wasn\'t just famous in England\'s wizarding community, but also in the States.

\"I\'m Professor Thorne, headmaster of Lowerman\'s Academy. Used to teach Shapeshifting, which is Transfiguration in your country. Well, enough yapping, you gents probably want to get back to the inn and make arrangements to leave before the blizzard,\" said Thorne in one breath.

\"Yes. Thank you, Professor Thorne,\" Snape said taking the man\'s hand again.

Harry shook Thorne\'s hand too and Thorne gave him a wicked little wink. \"Don\'t wear out the old boy,\" he whispered so only Harry could hear him. Harry blushed because he knew exactly who Thorne was referring to.

Back at the inn, they sat in front of the fireplace in the lobby. Harry curled up with another cup of chocolate while Severus dozed off, snoring lightly. Harry found himself staring again at the man. He was simply handsome. Not the typical guy Harry fancied, but an alpha male in every sense of the word. Snape had power, control, and a sensuality that slipped through when he was calm.

Harry sighed. The man hated him though. He would never see Harry as anything other than a pain in his side. He remembered what Thorne had said earlier and he grinned to himself. Snape gave a little snort and woke up.
\"Hmm...\", he said as he stretched.

\"You look well-rested,\"Harry said as he put his cup down.

Snape yawned widely, resembling a large cat. \"I had jet lag. We need to get in touch with Professor ledoledore.\" He stood up, smoothing out his black sweater and slacks.

Harry got up, too and followed him upstairs.

Lucky for them that Snape had some Floo powder handy. He tossed it into the fire and the flames went from orange-red to emerald green . Snape stuck his head in and said clearly,\" Professor Dumbledore, Hogwarts, England.\"

Hartoodtood back, watching. The Floo Network still amazed him. If a Muggle had walked in at that moment they would have panicked, but Harry just stared. He listened as Dumbledore told them to just sit tight for the remainder of the holidays and to enjoy Wickerton as much as possible. Snape sighed loudly. He could be back at the school doing his lesson plans. Dumbledore assured him that he could do them there. Snape relented and wished the headmaster a happy holidays.

He averted his gaze from the fireplace, which flickered back its original color, to Harry. \"I assume you heard headheadmaster?\" He clasped his hands before him.

Harry tipped his head to let him know he had. \"Yeah. We\'re stuck here, I guess,\" he said softly.

Snape smiled weakly and walked over to Harry. He patted his shoulder. \"It\'ll be okay,\" he whispered. He went to his trunk and pulled out some parchment, ink, and a quill. \"I\'m going to work on my lesson plans for next term...\"

Harry bursted into laughter. Snape looked indignant. \"What\'s so funny?\" He gave Harry an intimidating glare.

\"Even on vacation you insist on working. Look, how about we ring up the Chinese take away and just get to know each other,\" Harry suggested as he grabbed the room\'s phone. He waited for Snape to agree before dialing the number. The older sucked his cheeks in and nodded. Harry, beaming, dialed the Chinese take away and placed their order.

*

Empty cartons were strewn across the floor along with an empty cellophane bag that minutes ago contained cheese won-tons. Harry licked his fingers and sighed, full off the chicken with broccoli. Snape watched him with interest.

The boy was beautiful in an androgynous way. Harry would have been perfect for the Italian Renaissance. The way he was lounging on the bed reminded Snape of a painting he had seen once of a naked young man. Harry had the same lithe and slightly muscled form. And instead of being a blue eyed blonde, he was a green eyed brunette with full pouty lips and alabaster skin. Skin that would probably be softer than silk. Snape couldn\'t take his eyes off the boy. He had had students that made him think unprofessionally, but this one was the first that he had been in such close vicinity to.

Harry finished drinking his Coke and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He was painfully aware of Snape\'s eyes on him. That intense staring was making him extremely hard. He shifted, trying to move the hard flesh into a comfortable position. \"So, professor, tell me about yourself,\" he said uneasily.

Snape was caught off guard. \"Myself?\"

\"Yes,\" Harry giggled,\" I know you\'re more than just a Potions Masters. I want to know the real man behind the black robes.\" He giggled again.

Snape became aroused from the sound of Harry\'s tinkling laughter. Like small glass bells that resounded in his head, intoxicating him. He cleared his throat. \"Let\'s see. I come from a very old pureblood family...\"

\"Not that kind of stuff.\" Harry strecthed out on the bed, posing sensually. \"Simple stuff. Like...um...,\" Harry closed and opened his eyes quickly,\" what you like to do. Hobbies. Pasttimes. Something along those lines.\"

Snape nodded. He wasn\'t very good at talking about himself. He got out of the chair and began pacing the floor. But when he found a foothold (his vigorous potions research) he continued.

Harry had been the firtudetudent to hear about Snape\'s likes and dislikes. The man had a weakness for classical music (the only Muggles he felt that were any good were classical composers), fine wine, and art. He divulged that he did go to the Tate Museum and the British Museum whenever he went to London. Harry listened intently, lying flat on his stomach. The professor was far from dour and sneering now. Seeing this side of him made Harry feel more in love than he had before.

Snape turned to Harry and sighed. \"I\'ve told you so much. The only other person who knows any of this is the headmaster,\" he said as he sat down in the armchair at the desk.

Harry smiled. \"I\'m glad. It seems as if you trust me.\"

Snape gave a sheepish grin. \"I am starting to trust you, Potter. In these last few hours I\'ve seen a different side of you.\" He felt his face grow hot, a bit of colour appearing in his normally pale cheeks. \"Seeing that we have this foundation of trust, tell me about you.\"

Harry laughed girlishly, batting his eyelashes. Severus felt himself blush. \"You know about me,\" he said sitting Indian style. \"Quidditch Seeker, pain in the ass.\"

Severus shook his head. \"But there is more to you. I can tell.\" He sounded eager to hear about Harry. Actually he was.

Harry rubbed his slightly up-turned nose. \"Yeah, I guess. I do love wizard chess and art, even though I don\'t go to museum much. I don\'t know....\"

\"What about relationships. Certainly a handsome boy like yourself is never alone.\" Severus had said the words before he could stop himself. He didn\'t have time to regre| iu, Harry was answering.

\"I wish. Only one person and then she kept crying,\" he murmured.

Snape nodded. \"That is a shame. I\'m sure a man would love you the same.\"

Harry hadn\'t noticed the older man\'s softer tone. He replied,\" Well, it would be nice. Seeing that I like men more than women. I\'m gay.\"

This confession made Snape\'s heart beat faster. He stared down at the teenager. \"Does anyone else know this?\"

Harry shook his head. \"I didn\'t know until last summer when I started talking to the man that I\'m in love with now,\" he replied. Snape sat beside him, suddenly intrigued by the boy. \"I worry that I won\'t be accepted in the wizarding world because of it.\"

\"You will be.\" Snape gave him a glance that made Harry turn crimson.

\"And how do you know? You\'re straight!\"

Snape let out a short laugh. \"No, I\'m not. I\'m gay also. The wizarding world is more acceptable of such alternative lifestyles.\"

The older man was so close to Harry. Now was the time to tell him, to put it out in the open. \"Well, the older wizard I\'m in love with won\'t be so understanding,\" he whispered.

\"Why not?\" Snape was moving closer. He was now so close that he could smell Harry\'s natural scent.

Harry bit his lower lip, looking down at his gray wool socks. \"Because I\'m a student and he\'s a professor.\"

\"Who is this man?\" Snape felt a surge of jealous course through his body. If someone else wanted the boy he\'d tear them apart.

\"I can describe him better than tell you who he is.\"

If the game would get Harry to tell Snape who he doted on then so be it. He gestured for Harry to go on.

Harry gazed dreamily at the fireplace, flickering and licking the logs. \"He\'s tall, slender yet muscular. He has shoulder length black hair and coal black eyes,\" Harry licked his lips,\" His voice is just pure sex. The way he walks is rather awkward, but he makes up for that with his ability to maintain control. He\'s a marvelous man. I think that he doesn\'t know how handsome he really is. When I\'m in class I can barely concentrate on what I\'m doing.\"

This man sounded very familiar. Snape went through all the professors in his head. Who could it have been. He rubbed his goatee and said,\" He sounds very familiar.\"

\"He should,\" murmured Harry. \"You know him *very* well.\"

Then it dawned on Snape...\"It\'s me,\" he whispered. He looked to Harry to affirm this. When the boy blushed he knew he was correct. \"But you know the rules on that, Potter.\"

\"I know, professor. It\'s just that I...I don\'t know...I just wish you didn\'t hate me.\" Harry played with his fingers.

Snape thought about it for a minute. \"My hate has always be wrongfully directed at you. It wasn\'t you who pulled that prank on me. I only hold that grudge because I\'m a silly man,\" he sighed, averting his eyes to the floor,\"To be st, st, Harry, since we began talking last summer I\'ve been taken with you.\"

\"Really?\" Harry\'s green eyes grew wide. He could smell Snape\'s cologne, could see every hair of his goatee. It was dangerous to inch any closer. Snape was still his professor. He still had one year left at Hogwarts. What the hell was he doing?

Snape couldn\'t resist closing the space between the two of them. Now that he knew what he had been hoping for, he ed ied iven ven if it was wrong. \"Really.\"

Just then the fireplace turned bright green and a voice said,\" Of course not, Phineas. I\'m just checking on them. Oh, don\'t be silly.\"

Harry and Severus pulled back, realizing it was Professor Dumbledore. Snape smoothed his shirt down and regained composure, Harry just sat there silently. When the headmaster\'s head appeared they both said hello.
\"Well, I just wanted to check on you and tell you that I just heard from Headmaster Thorne. He\'s informed me that the conference won\'t be rescheduled and that the blizzard is going to be a long one. Like I told you earlier enjoy the holidays, gentlemen, and get to know each other better.\" Dumbledore beamed at them. He noticed that they looked guilty and chuckled to himself. It was the age old situation that even he knew well.

\"Apparently you two *are* on friendly terms,\" he said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

\"Yes, headmaster,\" Snape said as he shifted, aware of his hard on.

Dumbledore\'s sparkling blue eyes took not thi this and he gave a wicked little grin. \"Well, don\'t...um...wear each other out. Goodnight, Severus. Goodnight, Harry.\"

\"Night,\" squeaked Harry. He had caught the last part.

Snape hadn\'t. \"Night, headmaster.\" With a faint pop Dumbledore was gone. Snape turned to Harry, seeing the surprised look on his face. \"What\'s wrong?\"

\"Nothing,\" breathed Harry as he rubbed his temples.

Snape yawned and got up off the bed. \"I\'m going to put on my pajamas.\"

Harry nodded. When he heard the bathroom door close, he pulled on his. He crawled under the covers, sitting his glasses on the bedside table. He heard Snape come out and felt the bed sink with his weight. \"Night, Severus,\" he whispered, his back to the professor.

\"Goodnight, Harry.\" Snape felt the boy\'s warmth yet it wasn\'t right on him. He wanted to feel it closer than that.

Harry closed his eyes and thought about what it would have been like to kiss Severus Snape. This was his first male infatuation and he wanted nothing more than to have that man kiss him. If only the headmaster hadn\'t popped up, he thought as he fell to sleep.

Snape laid awake next to Harry. He had surprised himself by ny kiy kissing the boy. Now he craved his warmth, the feel of his body against his. He turned over, made sure Harry was sound asleep, and pulled Harry to him.

Severus buried his face in the younger man\'s black hair and kissed the top of his head. Harry snuggled against him, still sleep, and moaned sweetly. Snape smiled in the darkness. He was definitely falling in love.