A Twisted Web We Weave
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
45
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27,622
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119
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Paris in Spring Time
CHAPTER 36
“You look tired, did he wear you out?” Harry yawned as he continued to copy down his own notes from McGonagall’s on the board. Draco and Paris were sitting either side of him staring at him waiting for details on Harry’s weekend.
“Yeah, we must have walked miles around the art gallery and museum.” Draco and Paris looked mildly disappointed at Harry who put down his quill and closed his eyes. He really was very tired, and Monday mornings were full of deathly boring subjects.
“What else did you do?” Paris whispered as he pretended to be writing in his notebook so that McGonagall didn’t give him detention for talking.
“We went to a club and we stayed at the Leaky Cauldron.” Harry offered with another yawn careful to avoid McGonagall’s pointed stare from behind her desk.
“You went to a club?” Draco scoffed in disbelief snorting rather loudly before covering it with a throaty cough to avoid detention.
“Yes we did, and I danced and drank a vodka slammer.” Harry picked up his quill again and continued his notes.
”You did what!” Draco who’d lost all comprehension of where they were shouted out loud. This time McGonagall’s wrath was unavoidable. Standing up from her desk, the professor strode determinedly over to the three wizards who all braced themselves as her slender figure towered above them.
“Mr Malfoy, Mr Potter and Mr Lupin I do not see what is so important that you must chatter continually through my entire class. Perhaps in detention this evening with Mr Filch you may learn to hold your tongues. Report to his office after dinner this evening.” All three wizards groaned, Paris swatting Draco hard on the back of his head as the bell for the end of class rang through the castle and they began to pack up.
“Good one Blondie, Filch is a fruitcake we’ll cleaning up shit in the owlery for sure.” Paris snapped as he stuffed his books in his bag and took off in a huff, leaving Harry and Draco to trail behind at their own pace.
“Sorry.” Draco muttered in apology to Harry who merely shrugged his shoulders uncaringly, he was too tired to be bothered. “So was it good.” Draco continued as they wove their way down towards the Slytherin dorm room, both boys knowing it was in their interest to change before dinner if they were indeed destined to be cleaning up shit.
“Brilliant.” Harry smiled debating silently whether or not to tell Draco about what else had happened. Harry had sworn to himself he would never confess to liking Snape, but being now in his best friends company Harry couldn’t hold it in. Seizing the opportunity of an empty classroom, Harry grabbed Draco by the arm and dragged him into the room, closing and putting up a silencing charm on the door behind them. “What’s going on?” Draco muttered as he brushed the crease out of his uniform before looking up at Harry in concern.
“He kissed me.” Harry breathed out quickly before he lost the nerve. If Harry hadn’t been so nervous he would have appreciated the priceless look on Draco’s face as his mouth fell open and began gawking like a fish.
”Pardon?” Draco stuttered trying to confirm what he thought he’d just heard.
“Snape kissed me Draco, tongue and all.” Harry sighed heavily as Draco staggered back and sat down on the edge of a desk in shock.
“Merlin, Paris and I were just fucking with you when we said you liked him, who’d have thought he actually liked you!” Draco put his bag down on the floor as Harry pulled up a chair and sat down in front of the blonde, unsure his legs weren’t going to collapse under him. “I’m guessing the ‘potion’ liked it, bet it stopped the cravings in their tracks.” Draco continued looking at Harry brightly. Harry bit his lip awkwardly and shrugged his shoulders.
“Well yeah, but that’s complicated.” Harry twisted his hands in his lap guiltily having remembered how much he encouraged the cravings for Snape, while at the same time acting like they were hell.
“More complications in your life Potter, why does that not come as a surprise?” Draco chuckled good-naturedly and Harry smiled along. “So are you going to tell Paris?” Draco inquired as he peeled off an apple sticker from the edge of the desk he was propped up on.
“No.” Harry’s answer was quick and sharp his eyes betraying the true meaning behind his curt reply.
“You don’t trust him do you?” Draco offered in reflection to which end Harry looked guiltily to the floor.
“It’s not that I don’t trust him Draco it’s just….” Harry hesitated trying to choose his words carefully. “He was with Julius a long time, and he gives me the impression he’s just exchanged Julius for Snape. He’s just so out there…”
“You’re jealous.” Draco interjected quickly preventing Harry from finishing his sentence.
“I am not.” Harry snapped abruptly, his head snapping up to glare at Draco dangerously. Draco ignored his friend though and merely shook his head in disbelief.
“You are. You’re jealous of Paris and how well he gets along with Snape.” Draco laughed loudly as Harry’s mood darkened, annoyed at being made a fool of.
“No I’m not!” Harry stood up from his chair and put his hands on his hips, unaware that he was pouting like a child who’d been told no by its mother. “It’s just that he’s so promiscuous. He practically walks around like he’s got a 12 inch man eater in his pants, and he’s hardly modest you’ve seen him in the bathroom doesn’t give a shit who’s watching. I caught him the other day casually adjusting himself while he talked to Snape in the hallway. And he doesn’t care what he says, would you dare tell Snape that he’s sexually frustrated? I sure as hell wouldn’t but that’s exactly what Paris told him last Friday after he’d given the three of us detention!” Harry paced past Draco, who was silently nodding his head half in amusement and half in agreement.
“Yeah, I see your point he’s a bit forward but I guess being someone’s sex slave for so long you tend to forget your inhibitions.” Draco sighed heavily and slid off the tabletop to gather his bag. If the pair of them didn’t move soon they’d be late for dinner. “Still though don’t let it bother you Harry, he’s not after Snape if he was we’d know about it by now. Paris is just a flirt that’s all.” With a comforting smile Draco waited for Harry to dismantle the silencing ward before both of them quickly stepped out into the corridor to continue their journey to their rooms.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
“You look tired, did he wear you out?” Harry yawned as he continued to copy down his own notes from McGonagall’s on the board. Draco and Paris were sitting either side of him staring at him waiting for details on Harry’s weekend.
“Yeah, we must have walked miles around the art gallery and museum.” Draco and Paris looked mildly disappointed at Harry who put down his quill and closed his eyes. He really was very tired, and Monday mornings were full of deathly boring subjects.
“What else did you do?” Paris whispered as he pretended to be writing in his notebook so that McGonagall didn’t give him detention for talking.
“We went to a club and we stayed at the Leaky Cauldron.” Harry offered with another yawn careful to avoid McGonagall’s pointed stare from behind her desk.
“You went to a club?” Draco scoffed in disbelief snorting rather loudly before covering it with a throaty cough to avoid detention.
“Yes we did, and I danced and drank a vodka slammer.” Harry picked up his quill again and continued his notes.
”You did what!” Draco who’d lost all comprehension of where they were shouted out loud. This time McGonagall’s wrath was unavoidable. Standing up from her desk, the professor strode determinedly over to the three wizards who all braced themselves as her slender figure towered above them.
“Mr Malfoy, Mr Potter and Mr Lupin I do not see what is so important that you must chatter continually through my entire class. Perhaps in detention this evening with Mr Filch you may learn to hold your tongues. Report to his office after dinner this evening.” All three wizards groaned, Paris swatting Draco hard on the back of his head as the bell for the end of class rang through the castle and they began to pack up.
“Good one Blondie, Filch is a fruitcake we’ll cleaning up shit in the owlery for sure.” Paris snapped as he stuffed his books in his bag and took off in a huff, leaving Harry and Draco to trail behind at their own pace.
“Sorry.” Draco muttered in apology to Harry who merely shrugged his shoulders uncaringly, he was too tired to be bothered. “So was it good.” Draco continued as they wove their way down towards the Slytherin dorm room, both boys knowing it was in their interest to change before dinner if they were indeed destined to be cleaning up shit.
“Brilliant.” Harry smiled debating silently whether or not to tell Draco about what else had happened. Harry had sworn to himself he would never confess to liking Snape, but being now in his best friends company Harry couldn’t hold it in. Seizing the opportunity of an empty classroom, Harry grabbed Draco by the arm and dragged him into the room, closing and putting up a silencing charm on the door behind them. “What’s going on?” Draco muttered as he brushed the crease out of his uniform before looking up at Harry in concern.
“He kissed me.” Harry breathed out quickly before he lost the nerve. If Harry hadn’t been so nervous he would have appreciated the priceless look on Draco’s face as his mouth fell open and began gawking like a fish.
”Pardon?” Draco stuttered trying to confirm what he thought he’d just heard.
“Snape kissed me Draco, tongue and all.” Harry sighed heavily as Draco staggered back and sat down on the edge of a desk in shock.
“Merlin, Paris and I were just fucking with you when we said you liked him, who’d have thought he actually liked you!” Draco put his bag down on the floor as Harry pulled up a chair and sat down in front of the blonde, unsure his legs weren’t going to collapse under him. “I’m guessing the ‘potion’ liked it, bet it stopped the cravings in their tracks.” Draco continued looking at Harry brightly. Harry bit his lip awkwardly and shrugged his shoulders.
“Well yeah, but that’s complicated.” Harry twisted his hands in his lap guiltily having remembered how much he encouraged the cravings for Snape, while at the same time acting like they were hell.
“More complications in your life Potter, why does that not come as a surprise?” Draco chuckled good-naturedly and Harry smiled along. “So are you going to tell Paris?” Draco inquired as he peeled off an apple sticker from the edge of the desk he was propped up on.
“No.” Harry’s answer was quick and sharp his eyes betraying the true meaning behind his curt reply.
“You don’t trust him do you?” Draco offered in reflection to which end Harry looked guiltily to the floor.
“It’s not that I don’t trust him Draco it’s just….” Harry hesitated trying to choose his words carefully. “He was with Julius a long time, and he gives me the impression he’s just exchanged Julius for Snape. He’s just so out there…”
“You’re jealous.” Draco interjected quickly preventing Harry from finishing his sentence.
“I am not.” Harry snapped abruptly, his head snapping up to glare at Draco dangerously. Draco ignored his friend though and merely shook his head in disbelief.
“You are. You’re jealous of Paris and how well he gets along with Snape.” Draco laughed loudly as Harry’s mood darkened, annoyed at being made a fool of.
“No I’m not!” Harry stood up from his chair and put his hands on his hips, unaware that he was pouting like a child who’d been told no by its mother. “It’s just that he’s so promiscuous. He practically walks around like he’s got a 12 inch man eater in his pants, and he’s hardly modest you’ve seen him in the bathroom doesn’t give a shit who’s watching. I caught him the other day casually adjusting himself while he talked to Snape in the hallway. And he doesn’t care what he says, would you dare tell Snape that he’s sexually frustrated? I sure as hell wouldn’t but that’s exactly what Paris told him last Friday after he’d given the three of us detention!” Harry paced past Draco, who was silently nodding his head half in amusement and half in agreement.
“Yeah, I see your point he’s a bit forward but I guess being someone’s sex slave for so long you tend to forget your inhibitions.” Draco sighed heavily and slid off the tabletop to gather his bag. If the pair of them didn’t move soon they’d be late for dinner. “Still though don’t let it bother you Harry, he’s not after Snape if he was we’d know about it by now. Paris is just a flirt that’s all.” With a comforting smile Draco waited for Harry to dismantle the silencing ward before both of them quickly stepped out into the corridor to continue their journey to their rooms.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>