A Twisted Web We Weave
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
45
Views:
27,625
Reviews:
119
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1
Currently Reading:
0
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Owl Poop
CHAPTER 37
“My hands are like sandpaper.” Harry groaned as he whispered the password to Snape’s chambers and stumbled inside, Paris and Draco following him in. It was late and well past curfew but Filch had had them on their knees scrubbing the owlery floor until not a speck of owl poop could be seen. The three of them smelled horrific, and their hands were wrinkled and cracked from the scrubbing brushes and soap they’d been using.
“I reckon he does it just to watch someone suffer.” Draco muttered as he kicked off his shoes and socks.
“Complete arsehole, he gets off on it I’m sure. Will probably wank tonight over the image of the three of us on our hands and knees” Paris continued as the three boy’s rounded the couch, ready to drop down into the soft cushions of Snape’s three seater beside the fire. The three boy’s chuckled at Paris’ imagery but before any of them could sit down a voice from the armchair drew their attention.
“If your arses so much as touch that lounge before any of you have had showers you’ll be scrubbing cauldron’s till your fingers drop off.” All three boys stood up sharply and turned to face Snape, who was sitting in his black silk robe, a textbook open in his lap and a glass of brandy twirling in his right hand.
“Evening Severus.” Paris muttered as Draco called 1st shower and scampered off into Snape’s bedroom, already stripping himself off his bird shit covered clothes.
“Snape, we assumed you’d gone to bed.” Harry glared sideways at Paris before moving over to the small side table beside Snape, and picking up a shortbread for himself.
“Why would I have done that, when it was inevitable you three thunderous dragons would come barging in and disturb me anyway.” Snape took a short sip of his brandy as he marked his page in the text and put it aside.
“Sorry.” Harry mumbled around a mouthful of biscuit as he sat down on a potion stained stool from Snape’s lab.
“So dare I ask why the three of you had detention this evening?” Snape crossed his leg over as he settled back in his armchair still swilling his brandy as he glanced at the two boys left in his company.
“Catty old McGonagall did us for talking.” Harry supplied as he reached for another biscuit only to have his hand slapped away by Snape.
“It was Draco’s fault, doesn’t know how to whisper.” Paris was trying and failing to clean shit out from under his nails as he stood beside the fire to get warm after the icy cold owlery.
“Did it occur to you that you shouldn’t have been talking in Professor McGonagall’s class in the first place?” Snape snapped dryly knowing the three boys had learnt nothing from their detention from Filch.
“No.” Paris muttered sarcastically as he flicked a bit of dirt from his nail into the fireplace. “Besides we wanted to know what you and Potter got up to on your weekend away.” Harry’s head snapped up abruptly to glance at Snape, who casually downed what was left of his brandy in one go. There was an awkward silence after Paris’ comment that was only broken as Draco stepped out of Snape’s bedroom a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair wet and dripping.
“Shower’s free.” Harry was on his feet and sweeping past Draco in an instant, unwilling to hang around and discuss his weekend with Paris and Snape as if nothing interesting had happened.
Harry spent as long as possible in the shower only emerging from it when he deemed the topic of conversation to have moved on. Paris and Draco stayed another half an hour after Paris had showered the four of them discussing homework and exams before Snape had politely told Paris and Draco if they didn’t want another detention it was time for them to return to their dorms. Harry was almost relived to see his friends leave having already curled up and was beginning to fall asleep in the corner of the couch.
“Tired Harry?” Snape inquired as he cleaned away his dirty dishes from supper before returning to the sitting room. Harry yawned by way of reply making Snape chuckle to himself. “I’m surprised, I thought boys your age had all the energy in the world.” Snape disappeared into his bedroom and Harry tiredly got up and followed, expecting to say goodnight to his professor and return to his own bedroom.
“Perhaps but not at the moment.” Harry muttered as he paused on the threshold of Snape’s bedroom knowing better than to invade the professor privacy. Severus was already folding down the blankets and covers on his bed, his robe discarded leaving him standing in his plain gray nightshirt. “Well night then.” Harry muttered as he yawned again and turned to leave.
“Do you call that a goodnight Potter?” Harry turned back around in the doorway at Snape’s voice to watch in surprise as the professor pointed to his lips and raised an expectant eyebrow.
“Oh.” Harry hesitated for a moment before padding quickly across the bedroom and leaning tentatively up to press a chaste kiss against Snape’s lips. Harry went to pull away after the light touch but Snape was quicker, his hand coming up to cup the back of Harry’s head pulling him in to a much more passionate snog. Breathless the pair parted Harry standing limp on his feet, his eyes screwed up tightly and his mouth hanging open. Snape smiled to himself as he climbed into bed leaving Harry still standing with his eyes closed.
“Potter get in.” Snape commanded when Harry finally opened his eyes and jumped a little when he realized Snape wasn’t still standing in front of him.
“Get in?” Harry questioned numbly still catching up with the entire situation.
“Yes, get in to bed.” Snape patted the space beside him and Harry practically leapt over him to get into the large bed. Snape rolled his eyes as Harry fluffed the pillows and snuggled down on the soft mattress a content smile on his face. “No snoring, no hogging the blankets and keep your bloody cold feet on your own side of the bed.” Snape growled already feeling Harry’s feet moving towards him.
“Sorry.” Harry muttered moving his feet back across the bed. The last time Harry had slept in Snape’s bed he hadn’t really been invited to begin with. Now thought there had been a definite invitation and Harry’s stomach twisted in excitement and nervousness. With a flick of his wand Snape dimmed the light and turned over to settle. Harry didn’t dare move and stared for a long time up at the canopy above him. Finally though Harry had to move, unable to help himself when Snape was just an arms length away. Bracing himself for the worst Harry turned over, flopping his hand casually over Snape’s waist. At first Snape didn’t move and Harry smiled in success, Snape was probably already asleep. However as Harry settled down Snape rolled over to face Harry, his onyx eyes sparkling in the darkness as they locked onto Harry’s. “Don’t start something you don’t have the fortitude to finish Potter, now turn over and get some sleep.” Harry swallowed awkwardly and did as he was told, instantly turning over. Almost immediately Snape shifted up against his back, the elder man’s arm draped casually over Harry’s waist while his cold nose pressed against Harry’s shoulder blades. Harry smiled as he snuggled back against Snape, this was better than before this was heaven…
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“My hands are like sandpaper.” Harry groaned as he whispered the password to Snape’s chambers and stumbled inside, Paris and Draco following him in. It was late and well past curfew but Filch had had them on their knees scrubbing the owlery floor until not a speck of owl poop could be seen. The three of them smelled horrific, and their hands were wrinkled and cracked from the scrubbing brushes and soap they’d been using.
“I reckon he does it just to watch someone suffer.” Draco muttered as he kicked off his shoes and socks.
“Complete arsehole, he gets off on it I’m sure. Will probably wank tonight over the image of the three of us on our hands and knees” Paris continued as the three boy’s rounded the couch, ready to drop down into the soft cushions of Snape’s three seater beside the fire. The three boy’s chuckled at Paris’ imagery but before any of them could sit down a voice from the armchair drew their attention.
“If your arses so much as touch that lounge before any of you have had showers you’ll be scrubbing cauldron’s till your fingers drop off.” All three boys stood up sharply and turned to face Snape, who was sitting in his black silk robe, a textbook open in his lap and a glass of brandy twirling in his right hand.
“Evening Severus.” Paris muttered as Draco called 1st shower and scampered off into Snape’s bedroom, already stripping himself off his bird shit covered clothes.
“Snape, we assumed you’d gone to bed.” Harry glared sideways at Paris before moving over to the small side table beside Snape, and picking up a shortbread for himself.
“Why would I have done that, when it was inevitable you three thunderous dragons would come barging in and disturb me anyway.” Snape took a short sip of his brandy as he marked his page in the text and put it aside.
“Sorry.” Harry mumbled around a mouthful of biscuit as he sat down on a potion stained stool from Snape’s lab.
“So dare I ask why the three of you had detention this evening?” Snape crossed his leg over as he settled back in his armchair still swilling his brandy as he glanced at the two boys left in his company.
“Catty old McGonagall did us for talking.” Harry supplied as he reached for another biscuit only to have his hand slapped away by Snape.
“It was Draco’s fault, doesn’t know how to whisper.” Paris was trying and failing to clean shit out from under his nails as he stood beside the fire to get warm after the icy cold owlery.
“Did it occur to you that you shouldn’t have been talking in Professor McGonagall’s class in the first place?” Snape snapped dryly knowing the three boys had learnt nothing from their detention from Filch.
“No.” Paris muttered sarcastically as he flicked a bit of dirt from his nail into the fireplace. “Besides we wanted to know what you and Potter got up to on your weekend away.” Harry’s head snapped up abruptly to glance at Snape, who casually downed what was left of his brandy in one go. There was an awkward silence after Paris’ comment that was only broken as Draco stepped out of Snape’s bedroom a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair wet and dripping.
“Shower’s free.” Harry was on his feet and sweeping past Draco in an instant, unwilling to hang around and discuss his weekend with Paris and Snape as if nothing interesting had happened.
Harry spent as long as possible in the shower only emerging from it when he deemed the topic of conversation to have moved on. Paris and Draco stayed another half an hour after Paris had showered the four of them discussing homework and exams before Snape had politely told Paris and Draco if they didn’t want another detention it was time for them to return to their dorms. Harry was almost relived to see his friends leave having already curled up and was beginning to fall asleep in the corner of the couch.
“Tired Harry?” Snape inquired as he cleaned away his dirty dishes from supper before returning to the sitting room. Harry yawned by way of reply making Snape chuckle to himself. “I’m surprised, I thought boys your age had all the energy in the world.” Snape disappeared into his bedroom and Harry tiredly got up and followed, expecting to say goodnight to his professor and return to his own bedroom.
“Perhaps but not at the moment.” Harry muttered as he paused on the threshold of Snape’s bedroom knowing better than to invade the professor privacy. Severus was already folding down the blankets and covers on his bed, his robe discarded leaving him standing in his plain gray nightshirt. “Well night then.” Harry muttered as he yawned again and turned to leave.
“Do you call that a goodnight Potter?” Harry turned back around in the doorway at Snape’s voice to watch in surprise as the professor pointed to his lips and raised an expectant eyebrow.
“Oh.” Harry hesitated for a moment before padding quickly across the bedroom and leaning tentatively up to press a chaste kiss against Snape’s lips. Harry went to pull away after the light touch but Snape was quicker, his hand coming up to cup the back of Harry’s head pulling him in to a much more passionate snog. Breathless the pair parted Harry standing limp on his feet, his eyes screwed up tightly and his mouth hanging open. Snape smiled to himself as he climbed into bed leaving Harry still standing with his eyes closed.
“Potter get in.” Snape commanded when Harry finally opened his eyes and jumped a little when he realized Snape wasn’t still standing in front of him.
“Get in?” Harry questioned numbly still catching up with the entire situation.
“Yes, get in to bed.” Snape patted the space beside him and Harry practically leapt over him to get into the large bed. Snape rolled his eyes as Harry fluffed the pillows and snuggled down on the soft mattress a content smile on his face. “No snoring, no hogging the blankets and keep your bloody cold feet on your own side of the bed.” Snape growled already feeling Harry’s feet moving towards him.
“Sorry.” Harry muttered moving his feet back across the bed. The last time Harry had slept in Snape’s bed he hadn’t really been invited to begin with. Now thought there had been a definite invitation and Harry’s stomach twisted in excitement and nervousness. With a flick of his wand Snape dimmed the light and turned over to settle. Harry didn’t dare move and stared for a long time up at the canopy above him. Finally though Harry had to move, unable to help himself when Snape was just an arms length away. Bracing himself for the worst Harry turned over, flopping his hand casually over Snape’s waist. At first Snape didn’t move and Harry smiled in success, Snape was probably already asleep. However as Harry settled down Snape rolled over to face Harry, his onyx eyes sparkling in the darkness as they locked onto Harry’s. “Don’t start something you don’t have the fortitude to finish Potter, now turn over and get some sleep.” Harry swallowed awkwardly and did as he was told, instantly turning over. Almost immediately Snape shifted up against his back, the elder man’s arm draped casually over Harry’s waist while his cold nose pressed against Harry’s shoulder blades. Harry smiled as he snuggled back against Snape, this was better than before this was heaven…
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>