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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45
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27,619
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119
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Sev
CHAPTER 33
Harry yawned as he flopped down on the squeaky mattress of his temporary bed. Severus had walked him the length and breadth of the entire wizarding art gallery, pointing out items of interest and even going out of his way to show Harry both his own ancestor’s and the boys. Harry had been surprised at how interesting the day had been, from lunch in the rotating café, to walking along the fountain in the sun. Now though with a full stomach of dumplings and stew Harry had become tired and was almost glad to flop down in his bed even though it was only 7.30. Since this morning’s strange confession in the taxi, Harry too had done nothing but think about it and it’s hidden implications, wondering what on earth Snape was doing. Still though nothing had happened remotely strange for the rest of the day, and Harry had thoroughly enjoyed himself despite his original misgivings. Now though he wanted nothing more than to collapse into bed and rest.
“Tired Harry? I thought you wanted to go out to a club?” Harry sat up abruptly on the end of the bed staring at where Snape had disappeared into the bathroom and was obviously changing his sweater.
“You said I couldn’t, you said I was too young and not sensible enough.” Harry protested in shock as Snape came back out of the bathroom still brushing his teeth.
“Indeed you are, but having considered the fact you’ll be in my company I thought what the hell, let you make a fool of yourself in public. After all it will be your first opportunity to do so without Voldemort hanging over your head.” Snape mumbled around his toothbrush as he returned to the bathroom to finish. Harry sat stunned on the end of his fold out bed unable to formulate why Snape could have possible changed his mind…after all Harry was still underage.
“I better change then.” Harry whispered quietly as he stood up from the bed and began scrambling through the trunk to find something suitable to wear. With no experience in the matter, Harry had only friend’s accounts of what clubs were like. The Weasley Twins were frequent visitors to the Wizarding nightclubs and Harry supposed muggle ones were no different. That was if Snape intended to take him to a muggle club. “Where are we going?” Harry spoke up quickly as he stripped off his jeans and pulled on a black pair of trousers.
“A little place in Sterling Street, I believe it will suffice for what you’re intending to do.” Snape muttered as he came out of the bathroom to see Harry hopping around trying to pull on a clean pair of socks.
“And what’s that?” Harry snapped a little irritated that Snape was being so blasé about taking him to a nightclub.
“Getting wasted and grinding against as many women or men in a sweat soaked orgy of dancing. That is what you do at a nightclub Potter, because you certainly don’t go there for the conversation.” Snape glared at Harry pointedly who had the good grace to blush as he pulled on his crimson sweater and grabbed his coat. “Come along or it’s going to be a late night.” With a muttered sigh Snape grabbed the keys to the room from the side table and having left on a lamp for when they eventually crawled home, left the room. Harry trailed behind Snape downstairs through the pub but fell into step beside his elder mentor when they hit the muggle pavement. The awkward silence that hung between them got on Harry’s nerves until the boy finally spoke up just to break the mood.
“So how do you know about this place?” Harry inquired as they crossed the street between two double decker buses.
“A friend of a friend.” Snape mumbled as he step around a puddle on the pavement to avoid wetting his shoes. Harry sighed and rolled his eyes at Snape’s deliberately obtuse answer. If the elder wizard hadn’t wanted to take him out, he shouldn’t have brought it up again.
“A friend?” Harry bit sarcastically as he glanced up at Snape’s face to see if any emotion betrayed the meaning behind the comment he’d just made. “Since when have you had friends in the muggle world? Harry muttered coldly as he tucked his hands in his coat pocket to keep them warm.
“Who said he was muggle?” Snape commented flippantly as he rounded the corner of a little side street. Harry was mildly impressed with the line waiting outside to get in the club. At least the place wasn’t that crap that people didn’t want to get into it. The thumping beat of the music echoed loudly around the short street.
“So this is a wizards club…” Harry was cut off as Snape spun around and pinned him to the wall just shy of the end of the line.
“Some rules Potter before you get us both in shit.” Harry nodded as Snape stared at him pointedly, one bony, potion stained finger coming up in front of Harry’s face. “One. Under no circumstances are you to even utter the words wizard or magic. For all intents and purposes this is a normal muggle nightclub.” Harry nodded obediently as Snape lifted a second finger to join the first. “Two. Do not accept drinks from anyone except me. Your underage, you have a nice arse and a pretty face and the clientele that frequent this place would give their right arm for a night with you, conscious or not. Understand?” This time Snape waited for a verbal answer to which Harry smiled cheekily.
“I have a nice arse professor?” Harry queried cheekily only to have Snape’s third finger thrust into his face without comment.
“And finally if you call me professor in front of any of these people you’ll be scrubbing cauldrons for the next 2 years of your school life. Comprehend Me?” Snape inquired sharply watching as Harry’s smile faded and the boy nodded quickly in reply. “Good, now come along.” Grabbing Harry’s hand Snape strode past the waiting line and up to the three beefy bouncers guarding the entrance. Harry was floored as he watched Snape greet the three men with a friendly handshake and very blokey, Hello before pulling Harry around in front of him, the hand that had been holding his hand coming down to drape almost possessively over Harry’s shoulder and down his chest.
“Bit young Sev mate, has he got ID?” The three bouncers looked down at Harry who instinctively leaned back against Snape’s chest hoping that the men looked more menacing than what they really were.
“Come on guys, I’m just watching the kid while his mothers out of town.” Harry stared up at Snape in shock the superior tone he favored lost in the common slang that drawled out of his mouth.
“Sure you’re just watching him Sev?” One of the bouncers looked over Harry with a smug smile. Harry didn’t miss the way Severus’s arm tightened protectively around his chest. It was a queer development in their strange weekend away and Harry filed it away to ponder later as the bouncers stepped aside and let the two of them pass.
“What was all that about Sev…?” Harry went to be cheeky but his sarcastic comment fell quiet on his lips as Snape led him down into the club. “Jesus.” Harry breathed out in shock as he watched the crush of writhing; half naked bodies dancing to the pounding beat spewing out from the many speakers around the club. Harry was too engrossed in taking everything in that he hardly realized that Snape had walked him over to the bar. The music was intoxicating, the smell of alcohol, sex and sweat, the array of colour flashing in the exotic lights and the massive expanse of flesh walking past him continually. Harry was heaven and smiled to himself as Snape sat him down on a barstool.
“Severus!” Harry snapped out of his daze when he heard a jovial voice call Snape’s name. Spinning around on the stool Harry smiled mildly at the bronzed, man standing behind the bar smiling at Snape, a bar towel in one hand a clean glass in the other. “Long time no see buddy, all those little shits at school commandeering your party time?” Harry raised an eyebrow across at Snape who merely laughed loudly as the man leaned over the bar and kissed Snape on the cheek. “And who’s this?” Finally the man pulled back and glanced at Harry sideways.
“Harry, he’s a student of mine.’ Snape shouted in order to be heard of the beat of the new song that had started.
“A student!” The man behind the bar laughed loudly his gaze still flickering appreciatively over Harry’s form. “They’re getting younger Sev, trying to make your declining years more fulfilling are you?” Harry frowned in confusion wondering what on earth he’d missed in the conversation.
“Shut it Hamish or I’ll shut it for you.” Snape shouted as the man behind the bar poured them both a pint of beer free of charge of course.
“Ooooh, I wish you would Sev but you’re all promises and no pay off.” Harry watched as the man behind the bar winked at Snape before disappearing off to serve the other customers. Leaving Snape to take a long pull of his beer before he turned to face Harry who was staring at him dumbfounded.
“I guess you come here often?” Harry muttered icily not really knowing why his jealous streak had reappeared at knowing Snape had frequented this bar, and with as Hamish had suggested other men.
“That’s none of your business Potter, now drink that and go find someone to bump and grind against while I have another.” Snape drained his pint dry and gestured for another as he turned back to the bar. Harry sighed and having taken a few sips of his beer left it beside Snape and stepped down into the writhing frenzy of the dance floor, unaware that the potions professor was keeping a very close eye on him in the reflection of the mirrors behind the bar.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Harry yawned as he flopped down on the squeaky mattress of his temporary bed. Severus had walked him the length and breadth of the entire wizarding art gallery, pointing out items of interest and even going out of his way to show Harry both his own ancestor’s and the boys. Harry had been surprised at how interesting the day had been, from lunch in the rotating café, to walking along the fountain in the sun. Now though with a full stomach of dumplings and stew Harry had become tired and was almost glad to flop down in his bed even though it was only 7.30. Since this morning’s strange confession in the taxi, Harry too had done nothing but think about it and it’s hidden implications, wondering what on earth Snape was doing. Still though nothing had happened remotely strange for the rest of the day, and Harry had thoroughly enjoyed himself despite his original misgivings. Now though he wanted nothing more than to collapse into bed and rest.
“Tired Harry? I thought you wanted to go out to a club?” Harry sat up abruptly on the end of the bed staring at where Snape had disappeared into the bathroom and was obviously changing his sweater.
“You said I couldn’t, you said I was too young and not sensible enough.” Harry protested in shock as Snape came back out of the bathroom still brushing his teeth.
“Indeed you are, but having considered the fact you’ll be in my company I thought what the hell, let you make a fool of yourself in public. After all it will be your first opportunity to do so without Voldemort hanging over your head.” Snape mumbled around his toothbrush as he returned to the bathroom to finish. Harry sat stunned on the end of his fold out bed unable to formulate why Snape could have possible changed his mind…after all Harry was still underage.
“I better change then.” Harry whispered quietly as he stood up from the bed and began scrambling through the trunk to find something suitable to wear. With no experience in the matter, Harry had only friend’s accounts of what clubs were like. The Weasley Twins were frequent visitors to the Wizarding nightclubs and Harry supposed muggle ones were no different. That was if Snape intended to take him to a muggle club. “Where are we going?” Harry spoke up quickly as he stripped off his jeans and pulled on a black pair of trousers.
“A little place in Sterling Street, I believe it will suffice for what you’re intending to do.” Snape muttered as he came out of the bathroom to see Harry hopping around trying to pull on a clean pair of socks.
“And what’s that?” Harry snapped a little irritated that Snape was being so blasé about taking him to a nightclub.
“Getting wasted and grinding against as many women or men in a sweat soaked orgy of dancing. That is what you do at a nightclub Potter, because you certainly don’t go there for the conversation.” Snape glared at Harry pointedly who had the good grace to blush as he pulled on his crimson sweater and grabbed his coat. “Come along or it’s going to be a late night.” With a muttered sigh Snape grabbed the keys to the room from the side table and having left on a lamp for when they eventually crawled home, left the room. Harry trailed behind Snape downstairs through the pub but fell into step beside his elder mentor when they hit the muggle pavement. The awkward silence that hung between them got on Harry’s nerves until the boy finally spoke up just to break the mood.
“So how do you know about this place?” Harry inquired as they crossed the street between two double decker buses.
“A friend of a friend.” Snape mumbled as he step around a puddle on the pavement to avoid wetting his shoes. Harry sighed and rolled his eyes at Snape’s deliberately obtuse answer. If the elder wizard hadn’t wanted to take him out, he shouldn’t have brought it up again.
“A friend?” Harry bit sarcastically as he glanced up at Snape’s face to see if any emotion betrayed the meaning behind the comment he’d just made. “Since when have you had friends in the muggle world? Harry muttered coldly as he tucked his hands in his coat pocket to keep them warm.
“Who said he was muggle?” Snape commented flippantly as he rounded the corner of a little side street. Harry was mildly impressed with the line waiting outside to get in the club. At least the place wasn’t that crap that people didn’t want to get into it. The thumping beat of the music echoed loudly around the short street.
“So this is a wizards club…” Harry was cut off as Snape spun around and pinned him to the wall just shy of the end of the line.
“Some rules Potter before you get us both in shit.” Harry nodded as Snape stared at him pointedly, one bony, potion stained finger coming up in front of Harry’s face. “One. Under no circumstances are you to even utter the words wizard or magic. For all intents and purposes this is a normal muggle nightclub.” Harry nodded obediently as Snape lifted a second finger to join the first. “Two. Do not accept drinks from anyone except me. Your underage, you have a nice arse and a pretty face and the clientele that frequent this place would give their right arm for a night with you, conscious or not. Understand?” This time Snape waited for a verbal answer to which Harry smiled cheekily.
“I have a nice arse professor?” Harry queried cheekily only to have Snape’s third finger thrust into his face without comment.
“And finally if you call me professor in front of any of these people you’ll be scrubbing cauldrons for the next 2 years of your school life. Comprehend Me?” Snape inquired sharply watching as Harry’s smile faded and the boy nodded quickly in reply. “Good, now come along.” Grabbing Harry’s hand Snape strode past the waiting line and up to the three beefy bouncers guarding the entrance. Harry was floored as he watched Snape greet the three men with a friendly handshake and very blokey, Hello before pulling Harry around in front of him, the hand that had been holding his hand coming down to drape almost possessively over Harry’s shoulder and down his chest.
“Bit young Sev mate, has he got ID?” The three bouncers looked down at Harry who instinctively leaned back against Snape’s chest hoping that the men looked more menacing than what they really were.
“Come on guys, I’m just watching the kid while his mothers out of town.” Harry stared up at Snape in shock the superior tone he favored lost in the common slang that drawled out of his mouth.
“Sure you’re just watching him Sev?” One of the bouncers looked over Harry with a smug smile. Harry didn’t miss the way Severus’s arm tightened protectively around his chest. It was a queer development in their strange weekend away and Harry filed it away to ponder later as the bouncers stepped aside and let the two of them pass.
“What was all that about Sev…?” Harry went to be cheeky but his sarcastic comment fell quiet on his lips as Snape led him down into the club. “Jesus.” Harry breathed out in shock as he watched the crush of writhing; half naked bodies dancing to the pounding beat spewing out from the many speakers around the club. Harry was too engrossed in taking everything in that he hardly realized that Snape had walked him over to the bar. The music was intoxicating, the smell of alcohol, sex and sweat, the array of colour flashing in the exotic lights and the massive expanse of flesh walking past him continually. Harry was heaven and smiled to himself as Snape sat him down on a barstool.
“Severus!” Harry snapped out of his daze when he heard a jovial voice call Snape’s name. Spinning around on the stool Harry smiled mildly at the bronzed, man standing behind the bar smiling at Snape, a bar towel in one hand a clean glass in the other. “Long time no see buddy, all those little shits at school commandeering your party time?” Harry raised an eyebrow across at Snape who merely laughed loudly as the man leaned over the bar and kissed Snape on the cheek. “And who’s this?” Finally the man pulled back and glanced at Harry sideways.
“Harry, he’s a student of mine.’ Snape shouted in order to be heard of the beat of the new song that had started.
“A student!” The man behind the bar laughed loudly his gaze still flickering appreciatively over Harry’s form. “They’re getting younger Sev, trying to make your declining years more fulfilling are you?” Harry frowned in confusion wondering what on earth he’d missed in the conversation.
“Shut it Hamish or I’ll shut it for you.” Snape shouted as the man behind the bar poured them both a pint of beer free of charge of course.
“Ooooh, I wish you would Sev but you’re all promises and no pay off.” Harry watched as the man behind the bar winked at Snape before disappearing off to serve the other customers. Leaving Snape to take a long pull of his beer before he turned to face Harry who was staring at him dumbfounded.
“I guess you come here often?” Harry muttered icily not really knowing why his jealous streak had reappeared at knowing Snape had frequented this bar, and with as Hamish had suggested other men.
“That’s none of your business Potter, now drink that and go find someone to bump and grind against while I have another.” Snape drained his pint dry and gestured for another as he turned back to the bar. Harry sighed and having taken a few sips of his beer left it beside Snape and stepped down into the writhing frenzy of the dance floor, unaware that the potions professor was keeping a very close eye on him in the reflection of the mirrors behind the bar.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>