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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
Chapters:
27
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21,327
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113
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Switzerland and Certificates
Disclaimer: The characters in this story are all JK Rowling\'s. I don\'t own a single one. I\'m borrowing them for a little debauchery, then, I\'ll give them back.
Snape looked at the young man quizzically. “Chess? We’re both drunk and you want to play chess.”
Harry decided he’d use some drunken logic on the older man. “Yes, let’s play chess. Think of how funny it’ll be when my pieces kick your pieces asses.”
Harry howled with laughter after he finished speaking. Snape just shook his head and began rearranging his white pieces. They spent most of the night playing, and even had another bottle of firewhiskey sent up. Finally, just before dawn, they parted. Harry lay on his bed and replayed the events of the night before. He’d not smiled, or laughed for that fact, in so long he thought he’d forgotten how to.
He kept thinking about Snape. The man’s hair was longer, but Harry couldn’t see a single gray strand. It was not at all greasy like Harry remembered, either. Longer hair really suits him well, he found himself thinking. I wonder if it’s as soft as it looks.
“Where did that come from?” Harry asked himself aloud.
Mentally, he decided that it was the whiskey and that he needed to sleep before making his way to the chateau. He knew that he had a long and tiring day ahead of him. Two hours later, a still drunk Snape made his way into Harry’s room. He threw the quilt off of Harry’s sleeping form and half shouted, “Get up, Brat! We gotta go!”
Harry merely rolled over and groaned. Snape then got a brilliant idea. This’ll really screw with his mind…
Snape sat on the edge of the bed and gently touched Harry’s face. He began to run his fingers through the boy’s soft hair. “Harry,” he called gently. “It’s time to go to Switzerland. You have to get up.”
Harry opened his eyes to Snape leaning over him. He panicked and threw himself out of the bed on the opposite side with a terrified scream. Snape laughed at his reaction. It was a full ten minutes before the older man could do anything but roll on the floor clutching his sides.
An aggravated Harry looked at the drunken man. “You do realize,” he said, “That you were almost the man known as The-Man-Who-Gave-The-Boy-Who-Lived-A-Heart-Attack, don’t you?”
This made Snape just laugh harder. After another half-hour the duo flooed to Switzerland and made their way to the chateau. Severus’ mood became darker, as did Harry’s. They both were starting to get really hung over and were feeling sick.
Immediately upon arriving, the house elves showed the men their rooms. Both decided that a bath and a nap were in order. Late in the evening, Harry made his way through the chateau to the living room. There, he found Severus sitting in front of the hearth reading a book. He sat in the chair opposite the man and asked, “So, when am I supposed to start earning my certificates?”
Snape raised an eyebrow as he finished the sentence he was reading. “If you want, we can begin immediately.”
He handed Harry a notebook. Harry flipped through the pages and noticed it was blank. “It’s blank.”
“Tizzie,” Severus called, “Will you please bring me the large book on the desk in the study?”
“Yes, Mister Snape, Tizzie will bring it immediately,” the young house elf answered eagerly as she disappeared with a small pop.
In no time, the house elf reappeared with a dusty old tome. She handed it to Snape and quickly disappeared. “Here,” Snape said. “Read this, or at least chapters two through 60, and write me a five foot parchment. Then, I want another one, five feet also, on your experience training to defeat Voldemort.”
“What?” The young man inquired with a dangerous edge to his voice.
“You heard me Potter, and you know I don’t repeat myself.”
The younger man stood up. “You want five feet of parchment on my training against Voldemort? For fuck’s sake, you trained me! You know what I did and what I went through!”
Snape sighed and put his book down. “Look, Harry, I know I trained you. I know I watched you bear an unspeakable amount of pressure for all of those years. Surely you can write a paper on what it felt like. You know, write out what was going through your head. Write out what it felt like to hold the crutacius curse, and eventually throw it off. What about some of the older curses and hexes that you learned? Write about them. Look, I wasn’t there every moment of every day. Write about your time in the library in the restricted section. Personally, I don’t care what you write about. That parchment is the one that’s going to get you your certificates, not the other one.\"
A/N: Please review, they truely are my lifeblood!!
Snape looked at the young man quizzically. “Chess? We’re both drunk and you want to play chess.”
Harry decided he’d use some drunken logic on the older man. “Yes, let’s play chess. Think of how funny it’ll be when my pieces kick your pieces asses.”
Harry howled with laughter after he finished speaking. Snape just shook his head and began rearranging his white pieces. They spent most of the night playing, and even had another bottle of firewhiskey sent up. Finally, just before dawn, they parted. Harry lay on his bed and replayed the events of the night before. He’d not smiled, or laughed for that fact, in so long he thought he’d forgotten how to.
He kept thinking about Snape. The man’s hair was longer, but Harry couldn’t see a single gray strand. It was not at all greasy like Harry remembered, either. Longer hair really suits him well, he found himself thinking. I wonder if it’s as soft as it looks.
“Where did that come from?” Harry asked himself aloud.
Mentally, he decided that it was the whiskey and that he needed to sleep before making his way to the chateau. He knew that he had a long and tiring day ahead of him. Two hours later, a still drunk Snape made his way into Harry’s room. He threw the quilt off of Harry’s sleeping form and half shouted, “Get up, Brat! We gotta go!”
Harry merely rolled over and groaned. Snape then got a brilliant idea. This’ll really screw with his mind…
Snape sat on the edge of the bed and gently touched Harry’s face. He began to run his fingers through the boy’s soft hair. “Harry,” he called gently. “It’s time to go to Switzerland. You have to get up.”
Harry opened his eyes to Snape leaning over him. He panicked and threw himself out of the bed on the opposite side with a terrified scream. Snape laughed at his reaction. It was a full ten minutes before the older man could do anything but roll on the floor clutching his sides.
An aggravated Harry looked at the drunken man. “You do realize,” he said, “That you were almost the man known as The-Man-Who-Gave-The-Boy-Who-Lived-A-Heart-Attack, don’t you?”
This made Snape just laugh harder. After another half-hour the duo flooed to Switzerland and made their way to the chateau. Severus’ mood became darker, as did Harry’s. They both were starting to get really hung over and were feeling sick.
Immediately upon arriving, the house elves showed the men their rooms. Both decided that a bath and a nap were in order. Late in the evening, Harry made his way through the chateau to the living room. There, he found Severus sitting in front of the hearth reading a book. He sat in the chair opposite the man and asked, “So, when am I supposed to start earning my certificates?”
Snape raised an eyebrow as he finished the sentence he was reading. “If you want, we can begin immediately.”
He handed Harry a notebook. Harry flipped through the pages and noticed it was blank. “It’s blank.”
“Tizzie,” Severus called, “Will you please bring me the large book on the desk in the study?”
“Yes, Mister Snape, Tizzie will bring it immediately,” the young house elf answered eagerly as she disappeared with a small pop.
In no time, the house elf reappeared with a dusty old tome. She handed it to Snape and quickly disappeared. “Here,” Snape said. “Read this, or at least chapters two through 60, and write me a five foot parchment. Then, I want another one, five feet also, on your experience training to defeat Voldemort.”
“What?” The young man inquired with a dangerous edge to his voice.
“You heard me Potter, and you know I don’t repeat myself.”
The younger man stood up. “You want five feet of parchment on my training against Voldemort? For fuck’s sake, you trained me! You know what I did and what I went through!”
Snape sighed and put his book down. “Look, Harry, I know I trained you. I know I watched you bear an unspeakable amount of pressure for all of those years. Surely you can write a paper on what it felt like. You know, write out what was going through your head. Write out what it felt like to hold the crutacius curse, and eventually throw it off. What about some of the older curses and hexes that you learned? Write about them. Look, I wasn’t there every moment of every day. Write about your time in the library in the restricted section. Personally, I don’t care what you write about. That parchment is the one that’s going to get you your certificates, not the other one.\"
A/N: Please review, they truely are my lifeblood!!