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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27,627
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119
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Ernie Try's Out
CHAPTER 39
“No, no, no. I bet you four sickles Ernie falls on his arse before the bludgers even released.” Harry glanced sideways at Paris who casually put his feet up on the row of seats in front of him and ate another of the sweets from the brown paper bag the three of them were sharing between them. It was lunchtime and the Ravenclaw Quidditch team was holding tryouts to replace there injured beater. Harry, Paris and Draco had decided to go and watch for some laughs and to get away from the careers day for the fifth years.
“20 he doesn’t even get off the ground.” Draco snorted as the ill-fated Ernie wandered out onto the field, with the other hopefuls. The string on his leathers tripping him up and making him stumble over his broom bristles.
“That’s not very nice you two, at least he’s having a go.” Harry defended the young try out lamely to which end both Draco and Paris snorted loudly.
“He shouldn’t have bothered, he’s going to get creamed inside a minute have you seen the size of Edgar?” Harry couldn’t help but smile too as he watched poor Ernie get paired off with Edgar Rogers, a lovely but rather beefy young girl. The players took to the sky and with a whistle from the captain all hell broke loose. Harry, Paris and Draco were in hysterics as bludges, players and tryouts a like shot around the pitch in a mad unorganized chaos. The three of the boys were practically wetting themselves, so much so that none of them noticed the approaching figure.
“Potter.” Snape’s voice was icy and Harry wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes to glance up at his professor in curiosity.
“Severus, you should come watch this is comedy at it’s best.” Paris snorted as Ernie shot straight into the Gryfindor tower and became tangled in the garlands. Snape ignored Paris though and Harry’s smile faded as he stared up into the blank emotionless mask. It had been ages since Harry had seen the ‘old’ Snape and it made his blood run cold to wonder what had happened to make it reappear.
“Potter, your things had been returned to you dorm in the Gryfindor tower.” Harry’s mouth fell open in shock as Snape thrust a piece of parchment into his hands. “The new password for the common room is on the paper, I suggest you memorize it and destroy it.”
“Hang on why…” Harry went to protest but Snape was quicker completely cutting Harry off as he continued unperturbed by the trio’s expression of shock.
“Further more I have changed the passwords on my own chambers and should any of you three venture into my private corridor again you will all be on detention with Filch until the end of term. Paris, Draco should you wish to discuss house matters with me at anytime I shall be in my office. Potter, I believe Professor McGonagall is your head of house and any problems you may have should be directed to her.” With a curt nod of his head Snape turned around and strode off back down the stand leaving three stunned boys staring after him.
“Holy shit, what brought that on?” Paris breathed as he turned back to Harry and Draco. Harry was staring mindlessly at the empty space where Snape had been only moments before and Draco was staring sympathetically at Harry who looked as if he’d just had his heart ripped out.
“Sooner rather than later…” Harry muttered as he realized how heart broken he looked and shook his head to turn his gaze back to the ill-fated tryouts. “Probably just got pissed with you leaving all your shit about Paris.” Harry tried to sound uncaring but the tremble of his hands in his lap gave everything away, at least to Draco who knew the truth.
“Hey Paris, Harry’s got a crush on a guy and needs some help.” Leaning past Harry Draco addressed Paris determinedly. Harry instantly fired up and glared at Draco, ready to rip the blonde’s windpipe out and throttle him should he continue with the topic.
“Ooooo.” Paris swooned cheerily as he made kissy faces at Harry, who was still glaring daggers at Draco. “May I ask who, or is it all hush hush?” Paris inquired when he realized that Harry was paying him no attention.
“Confidential, even I don’t know who but he needs your help to get noticed.” Draco ignored Harry completely and pushed the boy out of the way as he spoke with Paris.
“Really, noticed? Are they on speaking terms already or is this from scratch?” Paris inquired casually as Harry finally caught up and began shaking his head furiously.
“It’s neither of your business and for what it’s worth I don’t want your help!” Harry declared angrily as he folded his arms across his chest. A million things were going through his mind the most dominate, what the hell was he going to do without Snape.
“Don’t be stupid Harry, if you like this ‘guy’ we’ve got to get you at least to first base.” Paris laughed, as did Draco.
“He’s been there.” Draco declared loudly to which end Harry’s scowl darkened considerably.
“Oh really, how ‘bout second?” Paris looked at Harry hopefully the boy’s lips tightening.
“Been there too.” Harry ground out between clenched teeth.
“Great, third it is.” Paris laughed, “I find a really well executed blow job or a nice little tug on the man chain is enough to express some firm emotions and desires. You did do that with Julius didn’t you Harry?” Paris tilted his head to the side and watched as Harry’s angry expression faded and the boy nodded dimly in reply. “I mean we all did that for the bastard, but I suppose he didn’t teach you much technique so that’s where we’ll start.”
“Really guys I don’t think I want to….” Harry went to protest but Draco’s firm shake of his head told Harry there was no backing out.
“Great, so we’ll do this tonight say in the Quidditch locker rooms, they’ll be empty.” Paris stood up and began making arrangements to himself as Harry and Draco got up more slowly to follow him.
“Draco, this isn’t such a good idea. I knew it would happen…” Harry whispered sideways to the blonde who sighed and wrapped his arm casually around Harry’s shoulder.
“Listen, there has to be a reason he’s done this. I saw how well you two were getting along, and Snape’s not the type of impulsive wizard who just drops everything, there has to be something or someone behind his decision, forcing it on him. So we’re just going to give him a little reminder of why you were in his rooms in the first place.” Draco supplied as the pair began descending the steps of the stands.
“You mean by sucking his cock.” Harry muttered dryly, wondering how on earth that was going to get him anywhere, aside from killed when Snape realized what he was trying to do.
“If it takes that then yes…” With a smile and a comforting pat on the back Draco caught up with Paris and the two began avidly discussing Harry’s sex life as they all headed for class.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
“No, no, no. I bet you four sickles Ernie falls on his arse before the bludgers even released.” Harry glanced sideways at Paris who casually put his feet up on the row of seats in front of him and ate another of the sweets from the brown paper bag the three of them were sharing between them. It was lunchtime and the Ravenclaw Quidditch team was holding tryouts to replace there injured beater. Harry, Paris and Draco had decided to go and watch for some laughs and to get away from the careers day for the fifth years.
“20 he doesn’t even get off the ground.” Draco snorted as the ill-fated Ernie wandered out onto the field, with the other hopefuls. The string on his leathers tripping him up and making him stumble over his broom bristles.
“That’s not very nice you two, at least he’s having a go.” Harry defended the young try out lamely to which end both Draco and Paris snorted loudly.
“He shouldn’t have bothered, he’s going to get creamed inside a minute have you seen the size of Edgar?” Harry couldn’t help but smile too as he watched poor Ernie get paired off with Edgar Rogers, a lovely but rather beefy young girl. The players took to the sky and with a whistle from the captain all hell broke loose. Harry, Paris and Draco were in hysterics as bludges, players and tryouts a like shot around the pitch in a mad unorganized chaos. The three of the boys were practically wetting themselves, so much so that none of them noticed the approaching figure.
“Potter.” Snape’s voice was icy and Harry wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes to glance up at his professor in curiosity.
“Severus, you should come watch this is comedy at it’s best.” Paris snorted as Ernie shot straight into the Gryfindor tower and became tangled in the garlands. Snape ignored Paris though and Harry’s smile faded as he stared up into the blank emotionless mask. It had been ages since Harry had seen the ‘old’ Snape and it made his blood run cold to wonder what had happened to make it reappear.
“Potter, your things had been returned to you dorm in the Gryfindor tower.” Harry’s mouth fell open in shock as Snape thrust a piece of parchment into his hands. “The new password for the common room is on the paper, I suggest you memorize it and destroy it.”
“Hang on why…” Harry went to protest but Snape was quicker completely cutting Harry off as he continued unperturbed by the trio’s expression of shock.
“Further more I have changed the passwords on my own chambers and should any of you three venture into my private corridor again you will all be on detention with Filch until the end of term. Paris, Draco should you wish to discuss house matters with me at anytime I shall be in my office. Potter, I believe Professor McGonagall is your head of house and any problems you may have should be directed to her.” With a curt nod of his head Snape turned around and strode off back down the stand leaving three stunned boys staring after him.
“Holy shit, what brought that on?” Paris breathed as he turned back to Harry and Draco. Harry was staring mindlessly at the empty space where Snape had been only moments before and Draco was staring sympathetically at Harry who looked as if he’d just had his heart ripped out.
“Sooner rather than later…” Harry muttered as he realized how heart broken he looked and shook his head to turn his gaze back to the ill-fated tryouts. “Probably just got pissed with you leaving all your shit about Paris.” Harry tried to sound uncaring but the tremble of his hands in his lap gave everything away, at least to Draco who knew the truth.
“Hey Paris, Harry’s got a crush on a guy and needs some help.” Leaning past Harry Draco addressed Paris determinedly. Harry instantly fired up and glared at Draco, ready to rip the blonde’s windpipe out and throttle him should he continue with the topic.
“Ooooo.” Paris swooned cheerily as he made kissy faces at Harry, who was still glaring daggers at Draco. “May I ask who, or is it all hush hush?” Paris inquired when he realized that Harry was paying him no attention.
“Confidential, even I don’t know who but he needs your help to get noticed.” Draco ignored Harry completely and pushed the boy out of the way as he spoke with Paris.
“Really, noticed? Are they on speaking terms already or is this from scratch?” Paris inquired casually as Harry finally caught up and began shaking his head furiously.
“It’s neither of your business and for what it’s worth I don’t want your help!” Harry declared angrily as he folded his arms across his chest. A million things were going through his mind the most dominate, what the hell was he going to do without Snape.
“Don’t be stupid Harry, if you like this ‘guy’ we’ve got to get you at least to first base.” Paris laughed, as did Draco.
“He’s been there.” Draco declared loudly to which end Harry’s scowl darkened considerably.
“Oh really, how ‘bout second?” Paris looked at Harry hopefully the boy’s lips tightening.
“Been there too.” Harry ground out between clenched teeth.
“Great, third it is.” Paris laughed, “I find a really well executed blow job or a nice little tug on the man chain is enough to express some firm emotions and desires. You did do that with Julius didn’t you Harry?” Paris tilted his head to the side and watched as Harry’s angry expression faded and the boy nodded dimly in reply. “I mean we all did that for the bastard, but I suppose he didn’t teach you much technique so that’s where we’ll start.”
“Really guys I don’t think I want to….” Harry went to protest but Draco’s firm shake of his head told Harry there was no backing out.
“Great, so we’ll do this tonight say in the Quidditch locker rooms, they’ll be empty.” Paris stood up and began making arrangements to himself as Harry and Draco got up more slowly to follow him.
“Draco, this isn’t such a good idea. I knew it would happen…” Harry whispered sideways to the blonde who sighed and wrapped his arm casually around Harry’s shoulder.
“Listen, there has to be a reason he’s done this. I saw how well you two were getting along, and Snape’s not the type of impulsive wizard who just drops everything, there has to be something or someone behind his decision, forcing it on him. So we’re just going to give him a little reminder of why you were in his rooms in the first place.” Draco supplied as the pair began descending the steps of the stands.
“You mean by sucking his cock.” Harry muttered dryly, wondering how on earth that was going to get him anywhere, aside from killed when Snape realized what he was trying to do.
“If it takes that then yes…” With a smile and a comforting pat on the back Draco caught up with Paris and the two began avidly discussing Harry’s sex life as they all headed for class.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>