The Friday Boy

CHAPTER 30

Harry yawned loudly as he collapsed along the bench in the train carriage opposite Ginny, Luna and Neville. The last four months had just flown by and Harry hadn’t really had a minute to consider just how much he’d done. Final exams had been hard this year but he was confident he’d passed. Preparation for his final year at Hogwart’s had already begun and Harry was apprehensive about leaving the school. Each Wednesday was career day and each student had been encouraged to try a different job for an hour or two. Harry had tried several different positions including teacher, Quidditch referee and the most bizarre was photographer for the school newspaper. Nothing had really struck Harry as something he’d want to do for the rest of his life, and had merely left him more concerned for what he was actually going to do after leaving school. Snape had been unhelpful with his suggestion of simply being alive and less of a pain in the arse.

Harry had fallen into a kind of snug little ritual with Snape over the past months as well. Unable to risk being caught by spending too much time together, Snape had arranged for Harry to spend every Friday evening with him under the pretense of occlumency training. Admittedly they did train frequently but more often than not Fridays were simply spent in Snape’s chambers in each other’s company. Sometimes they’d read in silence or others they’d play chess. They exchange conversation about their week and Harry often helped Snape with some potion he was brewing up. Always though Harry spent the night, and while they’d had sex a few more times since the first most of the time they simply slept. Harry still wasn’t sure what to make of the sex. Just as Snape had said it got easier each time to take Snape’s impressive size and the less pain the more Harry enjoyed it, yet there was still something missing. Harry liked being on his back for sure but he couldn’t help thinking that he didn’t contribute a lot to their couplings and Snape was often left to finish himself off in an already sated and exhausted Harry. Snape hadn’t complained but Harry felt bad, he wanted to do something for Snape to show his enthusiasm and he hoped this summer he’d get the opportunity.

“What are you smiling about deviant?” Harry jumped a little as he felt a pointed finger poke him hard in the side, drawing him from his thoughts. Neville and Luna had gone in search of some food leaving Ginny and Harry alone in the compartment.

“I’m going to suck his cock.” Harry muttered quietly putting voice to his thoughts and making Ginny snort and laugh loudly. Harry frowned and glared across at the red head who rolled her eyes and shook her head in amusement. Ginny Weasley was the only person who knew about Harry and Snape aside from Dumbledore and Harry took every opportunity of confiding in her about his plans or concerns. Besides the fact the girl was a font of knowledge regarding all things male she was also a damn good listener. “Do you think that’s a good idea?” Harry inquired watching as Ginny composed herself and handed Harry one of the jellybeans from her bag of sweets.

“Not under Sirius roof that’s for sure unless you’ve got a death wish.” Harry sighed heavily as he popped a few of the beans into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. “What if he catches you two together? Besides I thought Severus said you two weren’t to engage in that kind of activity this summer.” Harry rolled his eyes and swallowed the jellybeans before taking another offered handful from the witch opposite him.

“There is no way I’m going all summer without some kind of sexual gratification Ginny. Besides I’d be really careful, I’d wait till everyone was out or something.” Harry shrugged his shoulders it was a plan bound for failure as Ginny quickly pointed out.

“When is Grimmauld Place ever empty Harry? You sleep in the same room as your godfather and Lupin can smell sex a mile away when he’s close to the full moon. You know yourself Fred and George got caught big time last summer. Mum and Dad lectured them all day about making adult decisions about intimacy with witches.” Ginny lectured as she continued to list the prospective evils of Harry’s plan. “Besides do you even know how to give head, it’s a skill that takes practice Harry?”

“Kind of, I read how to in a magazine.” Harry defended himself quickly remembering the carrot incident over Christmas. Ginny huffed in contempt and shook her head.

“Trust me Harry it’s more complicated than they make it out to be, and if you’re not good at it things can go horribly wrong. And if Snape’s cock is as big as you say it is, you could lose an eye or something.” Harry blushed a little regretting having showed Ginny on a ruler just how big his lover was. “Has he done it to you?” Ginny whispered as a group of Ravenclaws came clattering past their compartment on their way to their own.

“Not exactly, but he licks my….” Harry trailed off not really wanting to give Ginny that much detailed information. “….No he hasn’t.” Harry stated sharply the truth making Ginny shrug her shoulders sympathetically.

“If you don’t know how it’s supposed to feel Harry, how on earth are you going to do it to him?” Harry sighed heavily and nodded in agreement knowing damn well he had no idea what he was doing and that someone would undoubtedly find out no matter how hard he tried to hide it. Closing his eyes and groaning to himself Harry flopped back down on the bench. This summer was going to prove one big headache Harry certainly didn’t need.

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Harry bounced down the stairs of number 12, and into the lounge room. Sirius was setting up the new television set Lupin had brought him, while Remus was busily rearranging furniture for the order meeting tonight. The first week of summer holidays was always a hectic time, Voldemort seemed to pick summers as a time to inflict as much chaos as possible. Snape wouldn’t be at Grimmauld Place until well into next week his summons always coming on the last day of term. The Weasley’s were going to Greece this summer for their holidays but Charlie was staying at Grimmauld Place unable to get the time away from work to go on the family vacation. The Weasley in question was at present in the backyard taming what remained of Sirius freshly organized backyard. The years of weeds had grown over the true beauty of the little yard, and having spent a good few months tidying it up the place had been reformed to it’s former glory, with fish pond, herb garden, owl roost and secret arbor. Harry was looking forward to spending sometime out in it this summer, re planting some of the herbs Padfoot had managed to dig up.

“Ah Harry, look!” Harry rolled his eyes as he stared at the snow-covered picture on the television set, as Sirius danced around it twiddling the internal aerial to try and get a clear picture.

“Nice.” Harry muttered as he flopped down onto the couch in its new position by the window.

“Are you staying for the meeting?” Remus inquired as he flicked around with a duster much like Mrs. Weasley would have done if she had been there.

“There’s nothing else to do, besides there will be nothing to report Severus isn’t back.” Harry muttered forgetting himself momentarily and slipping in his potion masters first name.

“Severus is it? I thought he was plain old Snape.” Sirius looked up pointedly from where he was still playing with the twin prongs sticking out the back of the telly. Harry swallowed nervously but merely laughed it off and shrugged his shoulders; very much aware that his godfather had stared at him a few seconds longer like someone who was more than just suspicious. “You haven’t heard then?” Sirius grumbled as he began rapidly pressing random buttons on the remote control in order to get a better picture.

“Heard what?” Harry inquired sharply concerned by his godfather’s suddenly smug smirk at the mention of Snape’s name.

“The Ministry picked Snape up last night during a raid up north, seems old Snivelrus wasn’t too careful where he put his fingers on that stolen bottle of potion from the Ministry.” Harry sat up abruptly and stared at his godfather in shock hardly believing what he was hearing. “Got him hauled up in a cell in the Ministry, till he tells them how you-know-who knew about the experimental potion in the first place.” Before Harry could demand Sirius further explain, the fireplace erupted into flame and a gaggle of Auror’s and order members began streaming in, excitedly talking and greeting one another as they dusted soot from their robes. Harry narrowly avoided being sat on as he sprang to his feet just as the headmaster stepped through the fire. Striding over to the headmaster Harry didn’t even flinch as he pointed his finger rudely into Albus’ chest.

“What are you doing to get him out of there?” Harry growled angrily wondering why on earth he hadn’t been told of Snape’s arrest earlier.

“I beg your pardon Mr. Potter?” Dumbledore looked down his nose at Harry somewhat surprised the boy had addressed him so rudely. The other occupants of the room had fallen silent as they watched the exchange between the two powerful wizards. The tension was clearly visible as Harry narrowed his gaze at the nonchalant elder.

“I said what are you doing to get him out of there? Arthur Weasley stole that potion, and everyone here knows that so what are you doing to get Severus out of the Ministry?” Harry shouted, rapidly loosing his temper as he imagined the sorts of things the Ministry Auror’s were doing to Snape, who’s reputation as Voldemort right hand man would surely cause him grief.

“Harry, this is a tricky situation. Severus was caught participating in death eater activities, he was also in possession of a significant quantity of the stolen potion from the ministry. Without exposing the order and Severus’ work, or risking Arthur Weasley’s position at the ministry there is very little we can do.” Harry saw clearly through the sympathetic smile that Dumbledore plastered on his face. Harry knew this had nothing to do with exposing the order, for anyone else Dumbledore would have laid his own life on the line. This was because it was Snape, and Dumbledore was using this opportunity to separate the potions master from Harry. Despite his reluctant acceptance of the secret relationship, Dumbledore had tried his hardest to dissuade Harry from his chosen course of action with the elder wizard. It hadn’t been obvious attempts, simple things like standing between them at functions, ensuring Snape was never without work to do for both the order and for school in order to stop him spending time with Harry. Harry had put up with it while ever it was just harmless tactics at separation but this see-through attempt had gone too far. If Severus was found guilty he’d been sentence to Azkaban and Harry was not going to let it happen.

“Well let me make this clear to you Albus.” Harry spat disrespectfully at the elder wizard, causing the listening group in the lounge to gasp and mutter in surprise. “You either get him out with your talents of diplomacy and manipulation or I’ll get him out my way and I’ll kill anyone who tries to stop me.” Harry smiled cruelly at Dumbledore who for the first time since being confronted by Harry, let his smile fade and the sparkle in his eyes dim a little. Harry knew Dumbledore understood how serious he was as he turned and pushed his way towards the exit, leaving them all to stew on his words.

“Don’t be stupid Harry.” Dumbledore spoke calmly as Harry reached the door, causing the boy to pause and glance back over his shoulder at the group.

“See that’s the funny thing about love headmaster it makes you prone to doing stupid things like this. So if you want to stop me you better get working on your negotiating skills.” Not caring that his godfather and many others were now staring at him in silent shock Harry turned and disappeared upstairs, just catching the piercing scream of anger that Sirius let out as Harry’s words finally sank in.

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>