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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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5,885
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14
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Clumsy Gryffindor
Chapter 3: Clumsy Gryffindor
Harry raced through the school hallways, certain that he was facing immediate death if he did not make it to the potions classroom on time. Next time he took a dreamless sleep draught, he would make sure to do it when he didn’t have a detention with Snape later that day. All he wanted was a little rest without the face of Vernon appearing in his dreams or the burning sensation ripping through his body. In his rush for his life, okay maybe he was exaggerating, but Snape could be very fearsome. So anyways, in Harry’s rush for his hide, he managed to forget all about the trick step on the staircase.
“FUCK!” He yelled as his foot sunk into the step. Knowing that struggling would only cause more trouble, he looked around for somebody, anybody to help him. What was up with him and this trick step? At least it wasn’t like last time where he was almost caught by Filch and Snape in the middle of the night. Harry shuddered at the thought. Dejected, Harry sat down. How was he going to explain this one to Snape?
After about ten or fifteen minutes on the step, Harry heard someone coming from behind, twisting around, he was devastated to find that Draco and his two cronies were approaching. “Double Fuck.” He muttered to himself.
“Why isn’t it scar head? What’s wrong, Potty, got stuck in the step? Should we help him out, guys?” Crabbe and Goyle snickered, purposely running into Harry as they passed. Harry thought about screaming out for help, but he wouldn’t give Malfoy the satisfaction of seeing him scared. “ Hey Ferret Face, even with one foot stuck in the step, I could still beat you in quidditch.” Harry tried to provoke Malfoy.
“You see, I don’t care about a stupid little quidditch game, Potty. I care about revenge for my father. You got him sent to Askaban, you bastard.”
“He deserves more than Askaban.” Spat Harry.
“Oh really?”
“Yeah.” Harry was punched in the nose and the familiar metallic tang reached his lip; he licked up the blood and spit it in Malfoy’s face. Draco’s pale cheeks turned a slight pink and he swung at Harry again. This time Harry was ready and turned his face to soften the impact. The footsteps of someone coming from below stopped Malfoy from throwing another punch. Instead, he grabbed Harry’s belongings and ran back up the stairs, followed clumsily by Crabbe and Goyle.
Entering the corridor below was a person that did not lessen Harry’s fear.
“Potter!” Harry cowered, looking at the ground.
“Yes, sir?”
“Why are you standing up there when you should be in my classroom?”
“I got stuck in the trick step.” Harry mumbled, attempting to wipe away the blood before Snape could see it, but his noise hurt too much. ‘Probably broken.’ Thought Harry.
“You idiotic fool. Weren’t you paying attention?”
“I was, I just…never mind.” Harry trembled as Snape got closer.
“You’re bleeding, Potter.” Snape stated.
“It’s just a nose bleed, sir.” Replied Harry.
“Well, clean it up.” Harry went to wipe away the blood on his sleeve. “With magic imbecile.” Harry clumsily pulled out his wand and cast a cleansing spell on himself. This caused Snape to glare at him. “What happened to your nose?”
“No-nothing, sir.”
“It’s broken.” Harry stared at Snape, not sure if that was a question or a comment. “Explain, Potter.” Snape growled.
“I- uh- ran into the wall earlier and that’s why I accidentally fell into the step.”
“Do you always make habit of running into things?” Snape sneered and Harry decided not to comment. Snape came beside Harry and wrapped his arm around his waist, hoisting Harry out of the step, Harry caught by surprise at the sudden freedom of his leg, stumbled into Snape, who steadied him. “Clumsy Gryffindor.” Muttered Snape as he preceded to cast a spell which mended Harry’s nose, before finally stepping away. Harry looked confusedly at Snape. “Come along, Potter, you still have your detention to serve.”
Harry continued to stare at Snape as they made their way to the dungeons, because his Professor had absentmindedly brushed his hands through Harry’s bangs to keep them out of the way as he cast his spell and did not even seem to realize it.
Harry raced through the school hallways, certain that he was facing immediate death if he did not make it to the potions classroom on time. Next time he took a dreamless sleep draught, he would make sure to do it when he didn’t have a detention with Snape later that day. All he wanted was a little rest without the face of Vernon appearing in his dreams or the burning sensation ripping through his body. In his rush for his life, okay maybe he was exaggerating, but Snape could be very fearsome. So anyways, in Harry’s rush for his hide, he managed to forget all about the trick step on the staircase.
“FUCK!” He yelled as his foot sunk into the step. Knowing that struggling would only cause more trouble, he looked around for somebody, anybody to help him. What was up with him and this trick step? At least it wasn’t like last time where he was almost caught by Filch and Snape in the middle of the night. Harry shuddered at the thought. Dejected, Harry sat down. How was he going to explain this one to Snape?
After about ten or fifteen minutes on the step, Harry heard someone coming from behind, twisting around, he was devastated to find that Draco and his two cronies were approaching. “Double Fuck.” He muttered to himself.
“Why isn’t it scar head? What’s wrong, Potty, got stuck in the step? Should we help him out, guys?” Crabbe and Goyle snickered, purposely running into Harry as they passed. Harry thought about screaming out for help, but he wouldn’t give Malfoy the satisfaction of seeing him scared. “ Hey Ferret Face, even with one foot stuck in the step, I could still beat you in quidditch.” Harry tried to provoke Malfoy.
“You see, I don’t care about a stupid little quidditch game, Potty. I care about revenge for my father. You got him sent to Askaban, you bastard.”
“He deserves more than Askaban.” Spat Harry.
“Oh really?”
“Yeah.” Harry was punched in the nose and the familiar metallic tang reached his lip; he licked up the blood and spit it in Malfoy’s face. Draco’s pale cheeks turned a slight pink and he swung at Harry again. This time Harry was ready and turned his face to soften the impact. The footsteps of someone coming from below stopped Malfoy from throwing another punch. Instead, he grabbed Harry’s belongings and ran back up the stairs, followed clumsily by Crabbe and Goyle.
Entering the corridor below was a person that did not lessen Harry’s fear.
“Potter!” Harry cowered, looking at the ground.
“Yes, sir?”
“Why are you standing up there when you should be in my classroom?”
“I got stuck in the trick step.” Harry mumbled, attempting to wipe away the blood before Snape could see it, but his noise hurt too much. ‘Probably broken.’ Thought Harry.
“You idiotic fool. Weren’t you paying attention?”
“I was, I just…never mind.” Harry trembled as Snape got closer.
“You’re bleeding, Potter.” Snape stated.
“It’s just a nose bleed, sir.” Replied Harry.
“Well, clean it up.” Harry went to wipe away the blood on his sleeve. “With magic imbecile.” Harry clumsily pulled out his wand and cast a cleansing spell on himself. This caused Snape to glare at him. “What happened to your nose?”
“No-nothing, sir.”
“It’s broken.” Harry stared at Snape, not sure if that was a question or a comment. “Explain, Potter.” Snape growled.
“I- uh- ran into the wall earlier and that’s why I accidentally fell into the step.”
“Do you always make habit of running into things?” Snape sneered and Harry decided not to comment. Snape came beside Harry and wrapped his arm around his waist, hoisting Harry out of the step, Harry caught by surprise at the sudden freedom of his leg, stumbled into Snape, who steadied him. “Clumsy Gryffindor.” Muttered Snape as he preceded to cast a spell which mended Harry’s nose, before finally stepping away. Harry looked confusedly at Snape. “Come along, Potter, you still have your detention to serve.”
Harry continued to stare at Snape as they made their way to the dungeons, because his Professor had absentmindedly brushed his hands through Harry’s bangs to keep them out of the way as he cast his spell and did not even seem to realize it.