A Twisted Web We Weave
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
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The impression you give.
CHAPTER 32
“Tell me again why we aren’t just aperating to London?” Harry shifted restlessly in his seat the sound of the Hogwart’s Express clattering in the background.
“Because I thought it would be change to take another mode of transport other than the nauseating rush of apparition.” Snape glanced over the top of the evening paper at where Harry was slumped bored on the bench opposite him. They had left the school promptly after the last class of the day had ended. Apparently the Hogwart’s Express wasn’t just an occasional service, and ran regular trips servicing both the Hogsmead residents and the school.
“What are we going to do this weekend then?” Harry continued, still bored but preferring conversation to silence, as Severus seemed to enjoy.
“I thought we might visit the art gallery, there is an exhibition of 3rd century wizard portraits I’d like to see.” Harry smiled with mock enthusiasm. The Dursley’s had taken him to an art gallery once, and it had been unbelievably boring. “Don’t look at me like that Potter, you might just learn something there besides being able to maybe trace the Potter lineage.” This new information sparked Harry’s attention, the prospect of seeing his really distant ancestors amusing. “Is there anything you wish to do?” Severus inquired folding his paper in half, having tired of it. Harry thought for a long moment before smiling when he remembered the Weasley’ twin’s last letter to Ron.
“Can we go to a nightclub?” Harry smiled innocently at Snape who immediately shook his head in response.
“Certainly not. You are neither old enough nor sensible enough to be trusted in such a place.” Snape turned his attention out of the train window, and Harry slumped back against his seat, his arms folded across his chest. He really should have known better than to ask Snape to take him to a club, the man was a stickler for the rules, and this after all was technically a school trip or so Severus had told Dumbledore. Silence settled in their carriage and Harry closed his eyes, unaware that Severus was watching him in the reflection of the glass.
“Do you ever lighten up?” Harry whispered suddenly feeling the need to shift seats across next to Snape. The potion still made its presence known and Harry was to tired after a full school day to fight it. Putting his feet up on the carriage bench Harry leaned his head against Severus shoulder, the elder wizard allowing it without fuss.
“What gives you the impression I don’t Mr. Potter?” Snape glanced down at Harry who rolled his eyes and tutted loudly.
“That crap for a start.” Harry muttered waiting for the admonishment about swearing. The usual quick response didn’t come though and Harry opened his eyes to glance up at Snape who was still staring down at him waiting for him to continue. “My name is Harry and I don’t know why you persist in calling me Potter, its got the same amount of syllables and you can still use that tone you like so much.” Harry wasn’t holding back, determined now more than ever to tell the potions professor exactly what he thought of him. After all, it had been Severus’ idea in the first place to get to know one another better because they would be spending a lot more time together. “And you always wear black, never a colour not even a Slytherin scarf on Quidditch match days. You don’t laugh, and you certainly don’t smile. You look down your nose at everyone despite what you’re saying. You don’t walk either you stride like wherever it is your going is infinitely better place to be than where you were. You make everything sound as if it’s some great effort. You don’t touch unless it’s clinical, you hate having a conversation with anyone no matter what the subject and you don’t have fun at all…” Harry trailed off wondering if he’d taken things to far. Glancing back up at Snape Harry expected to see the usual sneering expression but Snape’s expression was unreadable, the man staring out of the window. Harry didn’t dare say anymore and lowered his gaze back to the floor wondering if he’d just ruined their weekend.
“When you put it like that Pot…” Snape corrected himself before continuing. “Harry, I can see why I give off the impression I don’t lighten up.” Harry watched as Snape turned towards him, a sparkle of something hidden beneath the dark obsidian gaze Harry couldn’t identify. Before Harry could speak however Snape had closed the distance between them, and pressed his lips against Harry’s. Harry couldn’t breath his eyes as wide as saucers and his bottom jaw slack as the potion professor pulled away. Harry didn’t believe what had just happened and could only stare his mouth gaping like a fish as Snape stood up, straightened his cloak and announced he was going to the restroom before disappearing out of the carriage.
“Shit.” Harry whispered his fingers automatically coming up to touch the still moist patch on his lips where Snape’s had touched his own. Inside his head Harry knew it wasn’t right yet something about it had felt so damn good. Just the memory of the slight kiss had settled the restless feeling the potion had created. None of the clinical touches Snape had ever offered had actually succeeded where such a chaste kiss had just done. Stunned and with his head throbbing painfully with a headache all of a sudden, Harry lay down along the bench. Whatever had just happened between the two of them was certainly unexpected and Harry needed some time alone to think.
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Harry awoke to the train shuddering to a stop, its sharp whistle signaling its arrival at the station in London. Stretching out the kinks in his back Harry sat up and glanced around the carriage, half expecting to see Snape but the potion professor was nowhere to be seen. The professors’ traveling trunk and coat were still on the opposite bench so Harry sat and waited for the wizard’s return. Harry didn’t know if it was going to be awkward or not after the incident last night, having slept most of the journey after Snape had left. Twisting his hands in his lap nervously Harry jumped a little when the carriage door slid open and Snape stepped inside. For first time in his life Harry was speechless as he stared at the professors appearance. Snape was dressed in tailored black pants, a sky blue turtleneck sweater, with his long hair tied back at the base of his neck with a black length of ribbon. Everything Harry had ever thought about Snape flew out the window along with his tongue as he watched in silence as Snape reached up to grab his trunk and slung his cloak over his arm.
“Cat got your tongue Harry.” Snape inquired, the twitch of a smile playing on the corner of his lips. Harry opened and closed his mouth several times, unable to find words. “Did you believe I would being seeing London in my teaching robes?” Snape rose a smooth eyebrow in question, waiting patiently for Harry’s reply.
“Are they chino’s?” Was the only reply Harry could muster, having just stared blatantly at the professor’s backside in the form fitting trousers. Snape smiled a little then and re opened the carriage door, gesturing for Harry to grab his things, which the boy did as if by instinct.
“Indeed they are Harry, quite expensive too. Do you like them?” Harry followed Snape down off the train onto the platform, still staring at Snape as if he was a completely different person. Harry spared a brief thought that perhaps Snape had changed because of what Harry had said last night, but then Harry squashed the thought realizing that he didn’t really care why Snape had changed, only that it was a bloody good one.
“Yeah, nice.” Harry whispered as Snape led the way through the barrier onto the muggle platform. The platform was busy with morning rush hour and Harry got buffeted about as he tried to keep up with Snape’s long strides. Once outside the terminal though he caught up with the other wizard who had already hailed a taxi. “Where are we staying?” Harry muttered as he allowed the taxi driver to put his trunk into the boot, while he and Snape climbed into the back seat.
“I believe the leaky cauldron is a suitable place. I can’t be doing with hotels.” Harry nodded in agreement and listened as Snape gave the driver instructions to take them to the street the wizarding pub was in. Having regained the few braincells he’d managed to save from being fried at the sight of Snape, Harry’s coherent speech had come back to him.
“Listen sorry about what I said last night…” Harry’s guilt at having been so forward last night was eating at him from the inside, especially seeing Snape how he was now, and the boy felt the need to apologies. Snape however cut him off abruptly, his chosen topic completely unexpected.
“I need to know if you felt anything last night Harry after I kissed you?” Harry swallowed in embarrassment hoping that what had happened was a dream and that Snape would forget all about it.
“Um…” Harry hesitated, caught of guard by the forward address. “How do you mean?” Harry whispered hoping that the cab driver wasn’t listening to their conversation.
“I mean physically Harry, did it have any affect on you.” Harry stared at Snape who was staring straight ahead out of the front window, no doubt consciously avoiding eye contact with him.
“I’m not sure, I wasn’t expecting it in fact it freaked me out a little but not as much as it should have all things considered. It did ease the craving though, a lot.” Harry swallowed nervously again watching as Snape nodded, his gaze finally turning to stare at Harry directly.
“Dumbledore has expressed a theory to me concerning your condition a theory which I am reluctant to accept but am being forced to test. I need you to understand Harry that what I do, or may do in the future none of it is meant to hurt or humiliate you and if you are not comfortable with anything you must tell me immediately.” Harry frowned in concern but nodded in agreement wondering what on earth Dumbledore’s theory could be. Severus had already told Harry that there was little chance his condition could be cured, and that they would have to stay closer together but Harry didn’t know what else to expect. Content to see Harry nod in acceptance Severus sighed and turned his attention back to where the taxi was just pulling into the curb outside the unassuming muggle terrace house. Harry got out to get the trunks from the back, leaving Snape to pay and thank the driver. Both of them waited till the taxi was out of sight before Snape led the way into the bustling pub.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
“Tell me again why we aren’t just aperating to London?” Harry shifted restlessly in his seat the sound of the Hogwart’s Express clattering in the background.
“Because I thought it would be change to take another mode of transport other than the nauseating rush of apparition.” Snape glanced over the top of the evening paper at where Harry was slumped bored on the bench opposite him. They had left the school promptly after the last class of the day had ended. Apparently the Hogwart’s Express wasn’t just an occasional service, and ran regular trips servicing both the Hogsmead residents and the school.
“What are we going to do this weekend then?” Harry continued, still bored but preferring conversation to silence, as Severus seemed to enjoy.
“I thought we might visit the art gallery, there is an exhibition of 3rd century wizard portraits I’d like to see.” Harry smiled with mock enthusiasm. The Dursley’s had taken him to an art gallery once, and it had been unbelievably boring. “Don’t look at me like that Potter, you might just learn something there besides being able to maybe trace the Potter lineage.” This new information sparked Harry’s attention, the prospect of seeing his really distant ancestors amusing. “Is there anything you wish to do?” Severus inquired folding his paper in half, having tired of it. Harry thought for a long moment before smiling when he remembered the Weasley’ twin’s last letter to Ron.
“Can we go to a nightclub?” Harry smiled innocently at Snape who immediately shook his head in response.
“Certainly not. You are neither old enough nor sensible enough to be trusted in such a place.” Snape turned his attention out of the train window, and Harry slumped back against his seat, his arms folded across his chest. He really should have known better than to ask Snape to take him to a club, the man was a stickler for the rules, and this after all was technically a school trip or so Severus had told Dumbledore. Silence settled in their carriage and Harry closed his eyes, unaware that Severus was watching him in the reflection of the glass.
“Do you ever lighten up?” Harry whispered suddenly feeling the need to shift seats across next to Snape. The potion still made its presence known and Harry was to tired after a full school day to fight it. Putting his feet up on the carriage bench Harry leaned his head against Severus shoulder, the elder wizard allowing it without fuss.
“What gives you the impression I don’t Mr. Potter?” Snape glanced down at Harry who rolled his eyes and tutted loudly.
“That crap for a start.” Harry muttered waiting for the admonishment about swearing. The usual quick response didn’t come though and Harry opened his eyes to glance up at Snape who was still staring down at him waiting for him to continue. “My name is Harry and I don’t know why you persist in calling me Potter, its got the same amount of syllables and you can still use that tone you like so much.” Harry wasn’t holding back, determined now more than ever to tell the potions professor exactly what he thought of him. After all, it had been Severus’ idea in the first place to get to know one another better because they would be spending a lot more time together. “And you always wear black, never a colour not even a Slytherin scarf on Quidditch match days. You don’t laugh, and you certainly don’t smile. You look down your nose at everyone despite what you’re saying. You don’t walk either you stride like wherever it is your going is infinitely better place to be than where you were. You make everything sound as if it’s some great effort. You don’t touch unless it’s clinical, you hate having a conversation with anyone no matter what the subject and you don’t have fun at all…” Harry trailed off wondering if he’d taken things to far. Glancing back up at Snape Harry expected to see the usual sneering expression but Snape’s expression was unreadable, the man staring out of the window. Harry didn’t dare say anymore and lowered his gaze back to the floor wondering if he’d just ruined their weekend.
“When you put it like that Pot…” Snape corrected himself before continuing. “Harry, I can see why I give off the impression I don’t lighten up.” Harry watched as Snape turned towards him, a sparkle of something hidden beneath the dark obsidian gaze Harry couldn’t identify. Before Harry could speak however Snape had closed the distance between them, and pressed his lips against Harry’s. Harry couldn’t breath his eyes as wide as saucers and his bottom jaw slack as the potion professor pulled away. Harry didn’t believe what had just happened and could only stare his mouth gaping like a fish as Snape stood up, straightened his cloak and announced he was going to the restroom before disappearing out of the carriage.
“Shit.” Harry whispered his fingers automatically coming up to touch the still moist patch on his lips where Snape’s had touched his own. Inside his head Harry knew it wasn’t right yet something about it had felt so damn good. Just the memory of the slight kiss had settled the restless feeling the potion had created. None of the clinical touches Snape had ever offered had actually succeeded where such a chaste kiss had just done. Stunned and with his head throbbing painfully with a headache all of a sudden, Harry lay down along the bench. Whatever had just happened between the two of them was certainly unexpected and Harry needed some time alone to think.
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Harry awoke to the train shuddering to a stop, its sharp whistle signaling its arrival at the station in London. Stretching out the kinks in his back Harry sat up and glanced around the carriage, half expecting to see Snape but the potion professor was nowhere to be seen. The professors’ traveling trunk and coat were still on the opposite bench so Harry sat and waited for the wizard’s return. Harry didn’t know if it was going to be awkward or not after the incident last night, having slept most of the journey after Snape had left. Twisting his hands in his lap nervously Harry jumped a little when the carriage door slid open and Snape stepped inside. For first time in his life Harry was speechless as he stared at the professors appearance. Snape was dressed in tailored black pants, a sky blue turtleneck sweater, with his long hair tied back at the base of his neck with a black length of ribbon. Everything Harry had ever thought about Snape flew out the window along with his tongue as he watched in silence as Snape reached up to grab his trunk and slung his cloak over his arm.
“Cat got your tongue Harry.” Snape inquired, the twitch of a smile playing on the corner of his lips. Harry opened and closed his mouth several times, unable to find words. “Did you believe I would being seeing London in my teaching robes?” Snape rose a smooth eyebrow in question, waiting patiently for Harry’s reply.
“Are they chino’s?” Was the only reply Harry could muster, having just stared blatantly at the professor’s backside in the form fitting trousers. Snape smiled a little then and re opened the carriage door, gesturing for Harry to grab his things, which the boy did as if by instinct.
“Indeed they are Harry, quite expensive too. Do you like them?” Harry followed Snape down off the train onto the platform, still staring at Snape as if he was a completely different person. Harry spared a brief thought that perhaps Snape had changed because of what Harry had said last night, but then Harry squashed the thought realizing that he didn’t really care why Snape had changed, only that it was a bloody good one.
“Yeah, nice.” Harry whispered as Snape led the way through the barrier onto the muggle platform. The platform was busy with morning rush hour and Harry got buffeted about as he tried to keep up with Snape’s long strides. Once outside the terminal though he caught up with the other wizard who had already hailed a taxi. “Where are we staying?” Harry muttered as he allowed the taxi driver to put his trunk into the boot, while he and Snape climbed into the back seat.
“I believe the leaky cauldron is a suitable place. I can’t be doing with hotels.” Harry nodded in agreement and listened as Snape gave the driver instructions to take them to the street the wizarding pub was in. Having regained the few braincells he’d managed to save from being fried at the sight of Snape, Harry’s coherent speech had come back to him.
“Listen sorry about what I said last night…” Harry’s guilt at having been so forward last night was eating at him from the inside, especially seeing Snape how he was now, and the boy felt the need to apologies. Snape however cut him off abruptly, his chosen topic completely unexpected.
“I need to know if you felt anything last night Harry after I kissed you?” Harry swallowed in embarrassment hoping that what had happened was a dream and that Snape would forget all about it.
“Um…” Harry hesitated, caught of guard by the forward address. “How do you mean?” Harry whispered hoping that the cab driver wasn’t listening to their conversation.
“I mean physically Harry, did it have any affect on you.” Harry stared at Snape who was staring straight ahead out of the front window, no doubt consciously avoiding eye contact with him.
“I’m not sure, I wasn’t expecting it in fact it freaked me out a little but not as much as it should have all things considered. It did ease the craving though, a lot.” Harry swallowed nervously again watching as Snape nodded, his gaze finally turning to stare at Harry directly.
“Dumbledore has expressed a theory to me concerning your condition a theory which I am reluctant to accept but am being forced to test. I need you to understand Harry that what I do, or may do in the future none of it is meant to hurt or humiliate you and if you are not comfortable with anything you must tell me immediately.” Harry frowned in concern but nodded in agreement wondering what on earth Dumbledore’s theory could be. Severus had already told Harry that there was little chance his condition could be cured, and that they would have to stay closer together but Harry didn’t know what else to expect. Content to see Harry nod in acceptance Severus sighed and turned his attention back to where the taxi was just pulling into the curb outside the unassuming muggle terrace house. Harry got out to get the trunks from the back, leaving Snape to pay and thank the driver. Both of them waited till the taxi was out of sight before Snape led the way into the bustling pub.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>