Lentesco

Hmm, we must be getting to the climax (no pun intended!) of the story as I\'m bashing out chapters at an incredible rate of knots. There should be some smut soon - if all goes to plan! SP



Lentesco – Chapter Thirty-Five



“Let’s run through this one more time, shall we?” Severus said tiredly.



Harry glowered at him, frustrated and irritated at the other’s stubbornness.



“I go to Lucius and tell him I was wrong to ever betray him, and then beg him to fuck me, as I miss him so much. He’ll gloat and say “Yes”, fuck me and the curse will be ended.” He paused and sighed, “Does any of that seem likely? I will not beg him, he will know I’ve somehow found out how to end the spell. He will gloat, make me think he’ll agree, then say no, leaving me humiliated and still fucking cursed!” Severus’ voice had risen to dangerous volumes.



“Fine!” Harry snarled. “Ok, so you want to stay limp for the rest of your life? Never getting any? You’re just gonna give up? I won’t wait around for you, Severus, not if you’re a quitter, and won’t even try and help yourself!”



“Who are you fooling, Potter?!” the older man snapped, “You’re only interested in the challenge, in beating Lucius, not in being with me. This is all just another adventure for you, isn’t it? Well, this is my life and I will not be used to help you fulfil some sick fantasy you have to always be the hero!”



Harry gaped, anger and hurt vying for equal place in his heart. He couldn’t even find the words to begun rebutting Snape’s argument.



“At least you have done me the courtesy of not trying to lie.” Severus said, sounding more defeated than Harry had ever heard him. “Just go. I’m not worth fighting for.”



Harry stared silently at the other, then turned on his heel and left the room.



Severus stood looking at the closed door, sad, but not really surprised that Harry had gone. Severus had learnt the hard way that no one truly valued him. Lucius had only made use of him; Lily may have liked him, but she was gone; Albus had just used him as a spy; his own father had hated him; and now Harry…



He felt tears pricking at his eyes and resolutely forced them back. He would not cry because his own low expectations had been proved right. Yet again.



Harry strode away from the other’s rooms, anger fuelling his pace. He moved so briskly and so menacingly through the hall ways that students scattered, none of them daring to interrupt his furious journey.



He reached his chambers and entered, shutting the door physically and magically. He really didn’t want to be disturbed.



He let his head thump against the wood, feeling tears starting. Angrily he blinked them back. He should have known. Snape couldn’t change. Didn’t want to. He enjoyed his misery so much that the prospect of happiness and contentment scared him, and made him lash out at whoever was closest.



Well, whether Severus liked it or not, Harry was going to help him, and if that meant imperiousing the bastard he would do so!



Right now, Harry wasn’t sure if ‘the bastard’ referred to Lucius or Severus.



He paced his room, thinking about how he could help Severus.



After debating with himself, he reluctantly abandoned the idea of using the imperious curse. After all, he was trying to get Severus to trust him, and curing the man by using imperio on him and Lucius so that they had sex was hardly the way to go. He could just imagine that conversation:



“I cured you.”



“Oh?”



“Yes. I used an illegal curse on you and Lucius so that he would have sex with you. So now you can have sex with me!”



Hmm, that wouldn’t end well!



Besides, Harry was the only person whom he wanted having sex with Severus.