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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
38
Views:
46,103
Reviews:
352
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Currently Reading:
2
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Two Boy's and a bedroom.
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“Thanks,” Draco hissed a little in pain as Harry patted the blonde’s forearm dry before securing the bandage in place with a sticky spell. Harry shrugged his shoulders carelessly as he flicked his wand at the bowl of bloodied water and levitated it back into the small bathroom.
“How did he do it?” Harry uncrossed his legs and lay back on the double bed, wincing a little as he pummeled the hard pillow into some form of comfort beneath his head. Draco remained sitting slumped on the end of the bed, his t-shirt riding up a little to reveal the waistband of his expensive briefs beneath.
“Charmed branding iron and some spells I’ve never heard of before.” Draco muttered with a shrug of his shoulders as he kicked off his socks and watched his feet swing back and forth over the edge of the bed. Harry winced in sympathy but merely nodded in understanding not wanting to hear all the details. “How long did they say we had to stay here?” Draco distracted himself from his feet by glancing around the small bedroom with its dirty little adjoining bathroom with no door. The place was in the middle of nowhere, just a rented room above a closed down pub. The room smelt of stale beer, dust and something Harry didn’t want identified.
“Who knows,” Harry grumbled as the springs of the old bed creaked as he rolled over. “At least we can go outside if we want, that’s better than my summers at the Dursley’s.”
“Severus used to take me to the sea side every summer, when Lucius and mum went on holiday.” Harry rolled his eyes but resisted the urge to tut loudly at Draco’s privileged childhood. “This place is awful, it’s like being in jail, like we’re being punished for something we’ve got no control over. And what’s with all this secrecy….” Draco glanced irritably over his shoulder at Harry who rolled his eyes yet again and shook his head.
“Welcome to my world Malfoy.” Harry muttered grumpily already tiring of Draco’s whining. “Come on, let’s go downstairs and see what we can scavenge. Maybe there’s a pack of playing cards we can use.”
Together Draco and Harry made their way down the rotten old staircase and into the deserted old bar room. The place was a mess, upturned tables, dust and broken chairs. The wind from outside rattled the boards covering the windows, and made moaning noises through the cracks. Harry lit two candlesticks he found in the wall mount and handed on to Draco, while he held the other one above his head to get a better look around.
“You have a look around here, and I’ll search the bar. If you find anything useful pick it up.” Harry grumbled as he made his way towards the bar while Draco began scavenging around the tables and chairs.
It wasn’t long before the two of them had met up again at the bottom of the staircase, pockets full of useful items and hands covered in dust. Back upstairs the pair sat down on the bed to sought out their finds.
“Two packets of crisps, an out of date bottle of soft drink, one ashtray and some pennies.” Harry emptied out his pockets onto the bed spread and chuckled to himself as he claimed the smokey bacon packet of crisps as his own. “At least we can play tiddlywinks with the pennies and ash tray.”
“Forget it Potter, I don’t play childish muggle games.” Draco proceeded to empty his pockets onto the bed spread beside Harry’s stash. “Six bottles of butter beer, a notebook and quill, three knuts and a bag of gambling runes.” Harry reached automatically for the bag of runes but Draco snatched it out of his grip quickly. “Only if we can play.” Draco snapped as he cleared the bedspread between them.
“I thought you said you didn’t play childish games.” Harry countered as Draco shook the bag and offered Harry first pick of the stones inside.
“Gambling runes aren’t childish Potter, we’ll play for the butter beers.”
“I don’t know how to play.” Harry grumbled as he was offered the bag of runes for a second pick. Draco smiled widely, a wicked gleam twinkling in his eyes.
“I’ll teach you then….”
Harry yawned loudly and opened his eyes as he heard Draco flush the toilet in the bathroom. They’d been playing with the runes for over three hours and despite learning a lot of the game, Harry was a hopeless player. Draco had won every bag. Now bored with the game, the pair had turned back to conversation as a time waster.
“It couldn’t have been that bad.” Harry muttered thoughtfully as stretched out on his side of the bed, as Draco climbed in on his own side.
“What couldn’t have been?” Draco inquired as he began fussing with the blankets around his feet.
“Being promised to Snape.” Harry paused as Draco stopped fidgeting and settled down. “You said yourself he took you places and looked after you.” Draco shrugged his shoulders thoughtfully for a moment obviously considering Harry’s comment.
“I guess not,” Draco turned over onto his side as he watched Harry close his eyes. “At the time though all I could think about was the fact I’d had my life and future decided for me, but in retrospect I admit I had it good.”
“Was he really all that bad in bed?” Harry continued not really paying much attention to Draco’s answers, but rather the train of thoughts he had in his own mind.
“You tell me. Snape was my first, aside from him I only ever dipped my quill in female ink.” Harry snorted at Draco’s analogy and shook his head in disgust. “I guess it was my way of trying to do the right thing by him.”
“You mean Draco Malfoy does actually have a conscience?” Harry pretended to look shocked and received a nasty glare and a slap for his troubles.
“Yeah okay maybe he wasn’t as bad as I made him out to be. It was okay; I came a couple of times so he mustn’t have been terrible. Being on such close terms as you two are now, you’d know more about his sex life than I would.” Draco scoffed as he tugged at Harry’s collar by way of explanation. Harry sighed and turned over away from Draco without comment. There was silence for a long moment before the bed dipped and Harry felt the blonde come to rest right behind him, Malfoy’s face hovering over his shoulder.
“He hasn’t claimed you has he?” Draco muttered in silent satisfaction as he watched Harry deliberately close his eyes so that he didn’t have to face Draco’s questioning gaze. There was another pause of silence before Draco sighed and settled down once again next to Harry in bed. “Don’t worry Potter, Snape’s a stubborn son of a bitch he’ll pull through this and when he does I’m sure nothing will stop him from claiming you as his own.” With that Draco blew out the last candle and plunged the room into darkness.
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“Severus!” Snape rolled his eyes as he heard Albus’ stern voice commanding him to stop from the bottom of the stairs. “If you do this you risk passing the curse on to him!”
“Belt up Albus, I know what I’m doing.” Snape growled back as he stiffly flung his cloak about his shoulders and tied in carefully at his neck.
“You have no idea what’s going to happen or if this is even going to work!” Albus continued, now hovering over Snape’s form as the potion master prepared the fireplace with a hand full of floo powder.
“No I don’t know Albus but you know as well as I that we’re being slaughtered out there without insider knowledge.” Snape paused to take a painful breath in, the over exertion of his chest muscles through shouting making him weak. “The only link we have now with Voldemort is Harry, and the only way to gain knowledge of what Riddle is up to is through the boy’s connection with him.” Snape limped the last few steps towards the fireplace and it’s emerald green flame.
“The boy isn’t strong enough to cope with the necessary magic needed for that kind of connection Snape!” Albus continued to protest even as Snape stepped into the flame.
“Perhaps not on his own headmaster, but with me as his guide it will be like taking memories from a pensive….” With that Snape was gone in a swirl of flame, leaving Albus standing alone in the deserted front room of number 12 Grimmauld place.
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TBC>>>>>
A/N *wanders in cheerily* Oh I have returned from a stay in the states yet again....I've got more bloody Frequent Flyer Miles than Richard Brandson I think...anyway back into it with some hot smut along the way I've got cravings for Snarry and only one thing is going to fix it. Hope I haven't lost all of you in my absence. Thanks for all the continued support and enjoy the continuation of this story...
Cheers
RIFFRAFF
“Thanks,” Draco hissed a little in pain as Harry patted the blonde’s forearm dry before securing the bandage in place with a sticky spell. Harry shrugged his shoulders carelessly as he flicked his wand at the bowl of bloodied water and levitated it back into the small bathroom.
“How did he do it?” Harry uncrossed his legs and lay back on the double bed, wincing a little as he pummeled the hard pillow into some form of comfort beneath his head. Draco remained sitting slumped on the end of the bed, his t-shirt riding up a little to reveal the waistband of his expensive briefs beneath.
“Charmed branding iron and some spells I’ve never heard of before.” Draco muttered with a shrug of his shoulders as he kicked off his socks and watched his feet swing back and forth over the edge of the bed. Harry winced in sympathy but merely nodded in understanding not wanting to hear all the details. “How long did they say we had to stay here?” Draco distracted himself from his feet by glancing around the small bedroom with its dirty little adjoining bathroom with no door. The place was in the middle of nowhere, just a rented room above a closed down pub. The room smelt of stale beer, dust and something Harry didn’t want identified.
“Who knows,” Harry grumbled as the springs of the old bed creaked as he rolled over. “At least we can go outside if we want, that’s better than my summers at the Dursley’s.”
“Severus used to take me to the sea side every summer, when Lucius and mum went on holiday.” Harry rolled his eyes but resisted the urge to tut loudly at Draco’s privileged childhood. “This place is awful, it’s like being in jail, like we’re being punished for something we’ve got no control over. And what’s with all this secrecy….” Draco glanced irritably over his shoulder at Harry who rolled his eyes yet again and shook his head.
“Welcome to my world Malfoy.” Harry muttered grumpily already tiring of Draco’s whining. “Come on, let’s go downstairs and see what we can scavenge. Maybe there’s a pack of playing cards we can use.”
Together Draco and Harry made their way down the rotten old staircase and into the deserted old bar room. The place was a mess, upturned tables, dust and broken chairs. The wind from outside rattled the boards covering the windows, and made moaning noises through the cracks. Harry lit two candlesticks he found in the wall mount and handed on to Draco, while he held the other one above his head to get a better look around.
“You have a look around here, and I’ll search the bar. If you find anything useful pick it up.” Harry grumbled as he made his way towards the bar while Draco began scavenging around the tables and chairs.
It wasn’t long before the two of them had met up again at the bottom of the staircase, pockets full of useful items and hands covered in dust. Back upstairs the pair sat down on the bed to sought out their finds.
“Two packets of crisps, an out of date bottle of soft drink, one ashtray and some pennies.” Harry emptied out his pockets onto the bed spread and chuckled to himself as he claimed the smokey bacon packet of crisps as his own. “At least we can play tiddlywinks with the pennies and ash tray.”
“Forget it Potter, I don’t play childish muggle games.” Draco proceeded to empty his pockets onto the bed spread beside Harry’s stash. “Six bottles of butter beer, a notebook and quill, three knuts and a bag of gambling runes.” Harry reached automatically for the bag of runes but Draco snatched it out of his grip quickly. “Only if we can play.” Draco snapped as he cleared the bedspread between them.
“I thought you said you didn’t play childish games.” Harry countered as Draco shook the bag and offered Harry first pick of the stones inside.
“Gambling runes aren’t childish Potter, we’ll play for the butter beers.”
“I don’t know how to play.” Harry grumbled as he was offered the bag of runes for a second pick. Draco smiled widely, a wicked gleam twinkling in his eyes.
“I’ll teach you then….”
Harry yawned loudly and opened his eyes as he heard Draco flush the toilet in the bathroom. They’d been playing with the runes for over three hours and despite learning a lot of the game, Harry was a hopeless player. Draco had won every bag. Now bored with the game, the pair had turned back to conversation as a time waster.
“It couldn’t have been that bad.” Harry muttered thoughtfully as stretched out on his side of the bed, as Draco climbed in on his own side.
“What couldn’t have been?” Draco inquired as he began fussing with the blankets around his feet.
“Being promised to Snape.” Harry paused as Draco stopped fidgeting and settled down. “You said yourself he took you places and looked after you.” Draco shrugged his shoulders thoughtfully for a moment obviously considering Harry’s comment.
“I guess not,” Draco turned over onto his side as he watched Harry close his eyes. “At the time though all I could think about was the fact I’d had my life and future decided for me, but in retrospect I admit I had it good.”
“Was he really all that bad in bed?” Harry continued not really paying much attention to Draco’s answers, but rather the train of thoughts he had in his own mind.
“You tell me. Snape was my first, aside from him I only ever dipped my quill in female ink.” Harry snorted at Draco’s analogy and shook his head in disgust. “I guess it was my way of trying to do the right thing by him.”
“You mean Draco Malfoy does actually have a conscience?” Harry pretended to look shocked and received a nasty glare and a slap for his troubles.
“Yeah okay maybe he wasn’t as bad as I made him out to be. It was okay; I came a couple of times so he mustn’t have been terrible. Being on such close terms as you two are now, you’d know more about his sex life than I would.” Draco scoffed as he tugged at Harry’s collar by way of explanation. Harry sighed and turned over away from Draco without comment. There was silence for a long moment before the bed dipped and Harry felt the blonde come to rest right behind him, Malfoy’s face hovering over his shoulder.
“He hasn’t claimed you has he?” Draco muttered in silent satisfaction as he watched Harry deliberately close his eyes so that he didn’t have to face Draco’s questioning gaze. There was another pause of silence before Draco sighed and settled down once again next to Harry in bed. “Don’t worry Potter, Snape’s a stubborn son of a bitch he’ll pull through this and when he does I’m sure nothing will stop him from claiming you as his own.” With that Draco blew out the last candle and plunged the room into darkness.
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“Severus!” Snape rolled his eyes as he heard Albus’ stern voice commanding him to stop from the bottom of the stairs. “If you do this you risk passing the curse on to him!”
“Belt up Albus, I know what I’m doing.” Snape growled back as he stiffly flung his cloak about his shoulders and tied in carefully at his neck.
“You have no idea what’s going to happen or if this is even going to work!” Albus continued, now hovering over Snape’s form as the potion master prepared the fireplace with a hand full of floo powder.
“No I don’t know Albus but you know as well as I that we’re being slaughtered out there without insider knowledge.” Snape paused to take a painful breath in, the over exertion of his chest muscles through shouting making him weak. “The only link we have now with Voldemort is Harry, and the only way to gain knowledge of what Riddle is up to is through the boy’s connection with him.” Snape limped the last few steps towards the fireplace and it’s emerald green flame.
“The boy isn’t strong enough to cope with the necessary magic needed for that kind of connection Snape!” Albus continued to protest even as Snape stepped into the flame.
“Perhaps not on his own headmaster, but with me as his guide it will be like taking memories from a pensive….” With that Snape was gone in a swirl of flame, leaving Albus standing alone in the deserted front room of number 12 Grimmauld place.
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TBC>>>>>
A/N *wanders in cheerily* Oh I have returned from a stay in the states yet again....I've got more bloody Frequent Flyer Miles than Richard Brandson I think...anyway back into it with some hot smut along the way I've got cravings for Snarry and only one thing is going to fix it. Hope I haven't lost all of you in my absence. Thanks for all the continued support and enjoy the continuation of this story...
Cheers
RIFFRAFF