Death Eater Takes a Holiday

Slash fic






 

 

Slash fic! Slash in the dungeons!!! Just thought you
aught to know!!! <Yells in a
poor Quirrell imitation.>

This chapter is for xikum who got me off my arse. Silly how
real life demands attention?

 

Chapter 4 Even fairies fly straight in the wind.

 

 

"I guess the introductions didn’t go as well as you
hoped" Sev said, finally breaking the silence. Harry winced at the choice
of words.

 

"I told you, hope and me are not
"friends," Harry said shaking his head in misery. "No, the
introductions didn't go the way I thought they would. We have met; in fact I've
known you for years. I'm sorry I didn't recognize you before, but … neither one
of us did anything the other didn't want to, no harm done. I won't tell
anyone," he finished his rehearsed speech with a sigh.

 

"That's it? You've decided? You said you would be here
after next week if I wanted to be with you. What makes you so sure I won’t want
to see you again?" said Sev indignantly.

 

"Oh, don't worry you'll see me. I'm just hoping
when you do, you won't kill me. See what you've done, you got me hoping
again," Harry said sarcastically.

 

"Since I'm sure to kill you it wouldn't hurt if we
talked, would it?" Harry found it was hard to stay afraid of Sev while he
was being sarcastic right back to him. He had a point too; whatever was going
to happen on Monday was only going to get worse if he was rude to Snape for the
rest of the week. 'Damn', he thought, ‘and it's only the first
day'.

 

"You're hungry aren't you? You want to go down to the
kitchens and nick some food?" Sev asked, looking around to see if anyone
else heard. Harookeooked shocked at the suggestion of them breaking rules. This
must be what Ron had in mind.

 

"How did you know I was hungry?"

 

"I watched you at dinner and you ate about as much as I
did." Harry nodded; it was true he was starving now. He had been too
worried before to eat. He couldn't even say why he wasn't still worried, but he
enjoyed being with Sev. That made his head hurt thinking about. Harry motioned
for Sev to follow him up to the dorms.

 

"We won't make it back by curfew, so we might as well
take precautions," said Harry, digging though his trunk. Sev waited for Harry to find what he was
looking for in a trunk that seemed to hold a ton of stuff.

 

"Is everything you own in there?" Sev said
jokingly.

 

"Yes, this is all of it. When I graduate I'll move
right from here to my new place." It seemed like a lot of stuff for one
trunk, but not very much for it to be everything he owned, Sev thought before
noticing something special on Harry's bedside table that he hadn't noticed
before.

 

It was an award for the Order of Merlin. Etched in gold, it
read ‘Sirius Black’. It was in a purple velvet lined box.

 

"Found it, ready to go?" Harry called out, pulling
a shimmering cloak from the trunk. Sev's mouth hung open. "There's room
for us both under here. We only have to avoid Filch," Harry said, almost
laughing about not having to worry about Snape catching him.

 

They almost managed to make it all the way to the kitchens
with no problems. When they reached the bottom of a flight of stairs, Filch
came around the corner grumbling incoherently about Peeves and a bucket. Harry
and Sev backed up only to find the stairs had moved. They were forced to wait
until Filch had mopped up the water from the floor. They couldn't risk walking
past and leaving footprints. Harry took a step back as a mop came dangerously
close to his feet, stifling a gasp as he pressed up against Sev. Harry could
feel his breath on the back of his neck, and wondered if he was doing it on
purpose. He was getting hard thinking about that mouth so close to his skin.

 

Harry mentally kicked himself. "This is Snape I'm
getting hard for." With self-preservation in mind Harry took a step
forward. God, was this going to take forever? It's only some water for Merlin's
sake and it’s a stone floor after all. It would have dried by morning had he
not found it. Harry was pulled from his musings quite literally. Filch had come
back around with the mop quickly and Sev wrapped his arms around Harry's middle
pulling him back away from the caretaker. Harry could feel an erection pressing
on his backside. Warm lips pulled in his earlobe, sucking on it mercilessly. A
tongue darted in his ear, sending shivers up his spine. The arms around his
middle manipulated him to turn around and the same warm lips claimed his mouth.
Knowing he was doing this in front of the caretaker only seemed to spur him on.
When they broke from the searing kiss, Sev laughed because neither of them had
noticed Filch leave.

 

Harry pulled away, "We can't do this anymore." Sev
nodded, but knew he would try again anyway. He wouldn't push if Harry didn't
want to, but when they were kissing he’s noticed that Harry was just as hard as
he was. Sev continued to walk much closer to Harry than need be. Harry
shuddered as he realized, "Snape breathing down his neck" now had a
whole new meaning.

 

When they arrived at the painting of fruit, Harry let Snape
show him how to gn. Nn. No point in incriminating himself worse. When the cloak
came off, two startled house elves yelled and ran out.

 

"Harry Potter has come to see Dobby! Dobby is so glad
to see you again, Harry Potter!" Harry blushed and said hello to the
creature. "Who is this that has come with Harry Potter?" He
introduced him as Sev and asked if they could have something to eat. Soon there
was a huge pile of food brought out to them. Sev's eyes bugged. “I know my
memory is hazy, but I don't remember ever getting this much before” Sev mused.
Harry shrugged. Dobby beamed up at Harry, and then suddenly looked sad.
"Is you felling better now? I is putting new potions from Madam Pomfrey in
your drawer for you today." Harry thanked him, mentally pleading for Dobby
not to say much more. But he was not that lucky.

 

"Dobby was very happy you only needed two new vials for
the scar that pains you." Severus tried to contribute to the conversation,
only to infuriate the house elf, although he had no idea why. Harry rubbed the
abhorrent mark unconsciously, wishing they had never come. Dobby was yelling at
Sev, and he wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole. Harry grabbed
the food, and thanked Dobby once again. Arms full- up with food he and Sev took
off as fast as he could without hurting the elf's feelings.

 

Not wanting to get caught, they stayed quiet and carefully
made their way to the Astronomy Tower.

 

 

"How was I supposed to know? I didn't mean to insult
the thing."

 

"He's not a thing. His name is Dobby, and he's rather
fond of me. You have to be careful with him." Harry said, placing the food
on a small table in the Astronomy tower.

 

"The thing… sorry, Dobby starts ranting and raving
about the famous Harry Potter and what rock was I living under not to praise
you for the life we live, when suddenly you tell it my whole name and it practically
runs screaming. Why is a house elf afraid of me? Why didn't you tell me you
were famous?" Severus looked genuinely confused.

 

"I don't want to be famous!" yelled Harry,
blushing; he hadn't meant to say that so loud. "Sorry. Look, I'm famous
for something I had no control over. I hate it. No one treats me like a normal
guy. I never know when I ask someone out if they're saying yes because they
like me or if they like who I'm supposed to be."

Sev sat in silence, unsure of what to say, thinking he should
say something, when Harry continued. "Why do you think I was attracted to
you? I mean, at first I was just attracted to you because you're gorgeous, but
then I realized when you didn't know who I was, that I could relax and enjoy
your company. I figured I would have the week for us to get to know each other.
If we liked each other than it wouldn't matter come Monday that I was Harry
Potter, because you would know Harry. Does that make sense?" Harry said.
His words hopeful, but his face dejected.

 

"Do you really think I'm gorgeous?" asked Sev with
a smile. Harry couldn't believe after all he had spouted that was what he had
heard.

 

Sev had heard the rest but was now stuck on this thought.
"If you think I'm attractive why didn't you recognize me? Am I ancient?"
Harry laughed at the thought of a 150 year old Severus Snape.

 

"No you're not ancient, you um… wear your hair
differently," Harry said, careful not to make a gag face while he thought
about Snape's greasy hair. Harry studied the other man’s features. "Your
nose, that’s what it is," he said suddenly as if solving a puzzle. I um...
think you may have broken your nose at some point. Sorry," said Harry
apologetically.

 

"I guess it only gets worse then," Sev said,
waving a hand at himself. Harry seemed to be thinking about that for a while;
he looked to be getting the courage to say something.

 

"Your voice."

 

"My voice what?"

 

"It gets even deeper" Harry paused as if
remembering. "You could make even a snide remark sound dead sexy if I was
thinking about it."

 

Sev didn't reply. He sat thinking about Harry finding him
sexy, well his voice anyway, even though he obviously didn't like the older
Severus. He watched Harry dive into the snacks on the table. It was amazing to
see him pack it away. Harry laughed through a pastry.

 

"I thought Dobby was going to flip out when you asked
if I was famous for being a Quidditch pro." Sev laughed along with him;
now that they were a safe distance from the elf it was pretty funny.

 

"So, your scar is on the 'we can't talk about it' list?" Harry nodded mouth full of cream
puff. "Have you been made any offers to play for England?" Harry
nodded again.

 

"Yeah, I got a few offers, but if I play at all it
won’t be for a while. I've got some important things to get out of the way first,"
like Voldemort Harry said, leaving off the last bit.

 

"What do you mean if you play? Why would
you pass up something like that, I mean once you got the important stuff
done?" Sev assumed he meant continued schooling.

 

"Dumbledore set it up so I could go to a regular
try-out for both teams wearing a glamour disguise. Only one of the two teams
accepted me, and neither of them noticed my flying skills were identical to the
ones they see Harry Potter do."

 

"Don't talk about yourself in the third person, it's
confusing enough that you talk about me like that," Sev teased. "I
see what you mean, but since you made one team at a try-out, what's the
difference why they gave you the offer? You know you're good enough and that's
what counts."

 

"You're right, I just want to make sure quidditch isn't
spoiled for me. I love to fly and it's a great way to get away from it all, up
in the sky." Harry ran a hand through his hair. "It's the only place
my hair looks like it should be wind blown." Sev choked on his pumpkin
juice and they both laughed hard. Sev reached over and ran a hand through
Harry's unruly locks. "We shouldn't," Harry said softly, but didn't
pull away. Sev pulled his hand away caressing Harry's cheek as he did. Hope was
not a bad thing, and Sev was determined that he would prove it to Harry.
Severus leaned his head back and licked the cream off the side of a cream puff,
getting cream on the side of his face. Harry tried but couldn't take his eyes
off the tongue now trying to get the sweet goodness off his lips. Harry
swallowed hard when Sev swiped at some cream and sucked it off his fingers, one
delicious digit at a time. Harry shifted in his seat.

 

"You're doing that on purpose."

 

"What?" feigning innocence, running a slow tongue
over his lips.

 

"You're killing me," Harry pleaded. Severus got up
got up in a huff and grabbed a piece of scrap parchment off the floor, and
wrote:

 

I, Severus Snape, will
not kill Harry Potter for anything that may have happened during this week.

 

He dated and signed it with a flourish, handing it to Harry.


Harry read the note and pocketed it.

 

"That’s not what I meant when
I said you're killing me," said Harry looking down to his now noticeable
hard on, with a grin on his face. Severus pounced on him, his soft lips pressed
hard against the other’s. Harry moaned and arched his back, pressing himself
into Sev who ground against him in return. Harry pulled his mouth away panting.
"Ohh God… " He was cut off by another searing kiss. Their tongues
entwined, Harry was almost lost in the kiss, almost.

 

"I… I can't do this," he said still panting.
"At least before…" Harry gasped, "I didn't know. Now I have no
excuse." Harry could hardly say the words as Sev distracted him by sucking
on his neck, and rubbing his nipple through his robes.

Harry wanted so much to give in; he made him feel so, so
good. Harry closed he eyes and imagined Sev morphing in to Severus Snape. He
could almost hear his words.

 

"POTTER!! Have you considered the consequences of
you actions?"

 

Harry stiffened. His imagined Snape was probably pretty
close to the real one, and scared the hell out of him. Harry stood up,
surprising Sev who had already opened the top four buttons on Harry's robes
without him realizing. "Ow," Harry rubbed a bruised nipple. Sev looked
up guiltily.

 

"Sorry, I didn't think you were going to stand
up." He had pulled his nipple past Sev's teeth. It disturbed Harry to feel
his cock jump to attention from the sensation.

He was grateful for the distraction when Hedwig flew in the
tower. The owl happily munched on a pastry while Harry read the note.

 

Harry,

Where are you? You left without finishing the game. Has
Snape done something?

Ron

 

 

Harry chuckled and wrote back, not caring Sev was reading
over his shoulder.

 

 

Ron,

We're fine. Went to get food, we'll bring you some back.

Harry

 

Even Fairies fly straight in the
wind

 

Sev raised an eyebrow, "Even fairies fly straight in
the wind?" Harry laughed.

"Ron is checking up on me. If I didn't write that at
the end he would know the note was forced." Harry laughed again. "It
was his turn this month to pick the phrase. Ron's a recovering homophobe."
Sev snorted. "He took the news fairly well, but I'm not allowed to give
him any details."

 

"He's very protective of you. Are you sure he's
straight?" Harry nodded.

"He's been dating Hermione all year; he thinks they're
a secret. Harry rolled his eyes. "Ron's usually by my side when I get into
trouble, but the last few times he wasn't and he felt that he'd let me down
when things got bad." Harry sighed. "It wasn't his fault."

 

"We keep an eye on each other." Sev just smiled
and nodded. He had only met Harry the day before, sort of, but nonetheless he
felt a pang of jealously. He felt the urge to protect Harry; unaware he had
been for years.

 

When Harry and Sev returned to the Gryffindor Tower later,
Ron grinned at the large tray of goodies Harry was carrying into the common
room. No one else was up save Ron and Flitwick. Harry re-enlarged the pumpkin
juice while Ron dove into the snacks. Filius eyed the food with uncertainty.
Harry got the impression that he wasn't one for breaking the rules. Luckily it
was Sev's idea. Sev sat back in a big chair by the fire.

"Are you going flying tomorrow?" Sev asked of no
one in particular.

 

"Busy tomorrow," Ron said with a mouthful of cake.


 

"It's Cram Tuesday," Filius helped. Harry gave Ron
a stern look clearly saying 'Why did you tell him that?’

 

"On the first day of hols they relax, on the second
day, "Cram Tuesday" they do all the homework in one day, leaving the
rest of the week free."v lav laughed at the explanation.

 

"What do you have?" asked Sev, referring to the
homework. He didn't acknowledge the glare he got from Ron. Harry answered.

 

"We have two charms to perfect, and essays for Potions
and Transfiguration." Harry checked off the list on his fingers. Sev
commented that he did okay in Charms, but excelled in Potions, even if he did
hate what it did to his hair. Harry and Ron were on the floor laughing.