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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
Chapters:
12
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22,954
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91
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1
Currently Reading:
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Doesn't Do It
CHAPTER 4
Harry paced nervously in front of Snape’s office. It had taken him two days to pluck up the courage to even show his face in company since the incident in the bathroom, no less to face Snape. Guilt was eating at Harry like gnawing bats and despite not wanting to discuss his problems with anyone let alone Snape, Harry still thought he owed the professor an explanation of his actions.
Twisting his hands in front of him, Harry made one more pass of Snape’s office before taking a deep breath in and knocking on the wooden door.
“Come.” Snape’s deep toneless voice filtered out from between the crack in the door. Harry hesitated nervously before reaching for the handle and pushing it open. Harry had avoided Snape all week, purposefully playing sick as to avoid going to Snape’s potions’ classes. Even Dobby was bringing Harry meals in his dorm room so that Harry didn’t have to sit in the great hall.
Harry held his breath as he stared at Snape, frozen in fear on the threshold of the office. Snape was sat behind his large oak desk, his nose buried in several piles of scrolls that were undoubtedly school papers. When Harry remained silent Snape finally glanced up from his work to glare at his visitor over the top of the parchment he was currently marking.
“Oh, you are still a student here after all. I was beginning to wonder.” Snape’s irritated tone of voice was nothing that Harry hadn’t expected, and so the boy let out a nervous breath as he stepped forward into the office and closed the door behind him. Snape had gone back to his marking non-to interested in the boy standing before him.
“I’m sorry.” Harry lowered his gaze to the floor as the words trembled from his mouth. There was no way Harry could meet Snape’s gaze while he said what he had to, and no force in hell could make him stop twisting his hands in anxiousness. “I’ve never done that before, I’m not sick or anything. I was just…” Harry paused trying to find a way of explaining himself without sounding totally incompetent and childish. “I was just tired of it. I didn’t think anyone would notice,” Again Harry paused as he closed his eyes, a single tear leaking out from the corner of his eyes as he continued. “I’m sorry I’ve missed your classes, it won’t happen again.” Harry licked a salty tear from his lip as he waited for Snape to say something. When the professor made no sound Harry turned to leave, determined to scurry back to his dorm room and hide for the next hundred years.
“Don’t think that everything in your life is always going to be straightforward Mr. Potter.” Harry paused in front of the door his hand on the doorknob as he glanced back nervously at Snape. The elder professor was reclined back in his chair behind the desk, the parchments he’d been marking momentarily discarded as he stared at the boy. Harry didn’t know what to say in reply, still not willing to meet Snape’s intense gaze even across the room. After a long moments silence Harry was surprised to hear Snape sigh heavily. “Just because Miss Price doesn’t do it for you Mr. Potter doesn’t mean you’re incapable and that your life is worth ending. I consider myself as having survived worse humiliations than your current situation. My advice is to let it go and move on.” Harry nodded silently still not meeting Snape’s gaze. “Besides what I saw of you several evenings ago, you’re quite capable of achieving certain necessary aspects of intimacy.” Harry felt the crimson blush sweep into his cheeks as he began twisting his fingers nervously again. The night Snape had left Harry in the bathroom the boy had sat for a good five minutes recovering himself. It had only been then that he’d noticed the hard-on he sported. Shocked excitement had overwhelmed him, as he’d stared at his hard prick finally standing to attention, as it should do. Harry hadn’t given it a thought then about Snape’s presence, and only now realized what the professor must have been privy to upon dragging Harry from the bath. “Spare me your embarrassment Mr. Potter, I don’t consider sympathy one of my strong points.”
“Sorry sir.” Harry whispered trying his best to calm down. Snape snorted in irritated amusement as he stood from his desk and moved around to stretch his legs in front of the desk. This time Harry dared to glance up at Snape catching the man’s gaze briefly as Snape stared at him pointedly.
“I’d be careful if I were you Harry,” Harry’s head snapped up again his eyes widening in shock at hearing Snape use his first name. “Little boys who enjoy death grow up knowing nothing else.” Harry’s gaze locked with Snape’s, the man’s dark obsidian eyes swallowing Harry whole and making him shiver in fear. “Your homework for the week is in this folder. I expect you to have caught up with the lessons you missed by Monday.” Harry nodded as he stepped forward and took the folder Snape had collected from the desk to hand to him.
“Thank-you sir.” Harry muttered as he turned to move from the room, hoping to be out of Snape’s gaze as quickly as possible so he could try and make sense of the conversation that had just passed between them.
“Oh and Potter,” Harry paused already halfway out of the door. “Detention with me Saturday & Sunday, I don’t appreciate having to explain to the house elves why I require ice for my groin.” With a hasty nod Harry ran from the office. Harry knew he’d have never have gotten away with kneeing Snape at dueling club, but he was surprised it had taken till now for Snape to reprimand him. With a sigh of relief Harry hurried up to his dorm room determined to catch up on his potions work before his mind could begin worrying about what Snape had said to him in the office.
TBC>>>>>
A/N Yes I was cleaning out my harddrive before I go back to Uni and guess what I found, a completed story I haven't yet posted.......OMG can you actually believe I forgot about this one? Anyway, if you want the rest you better get reviewing. This little gold mine packs quite a punch, and I believe it's where I first started my love affair with plot twists....
Cheers
RIFFRAFF
Harry paced nervously in front of Snape’s office. It had taken him two days to pluck up the courage to even show his face in company since the incident in the bathroom, no less to face Snape. Guilt was eating at Harry like gnawing bats and despite not wanting to discuss his problems with anyone let alone Snape, Harry still thought he owed the professor an explanation of his actions.
Twisting his hands in front of him, Harry made one more pass of Snape’s office before taking a deep breath in and knocking on the wooden door.
“Come.” Snape’s deep toneless voice filtered out from between the crack in the door. Harry hesitated nervously before reaching for the handle and pushing it open. Harry had avoided Snape all week, purposefully playing sick as to avoid going to Snape’s potions’ classes. Even Dobby was bringing Harry meals in his dorm room so that Harry didn’t have to sit in the great hall.
Harry held his breath as he stared at Snape, frozen in fear on the threshold of the office. Snape was sat behind his large oak desk, his nose buried in several piles of scrolls that were undoubtedly school papers. When Harry remained silent Snape finally glanced up from his work to glare at his visitor over the top of the parchment he was currently marking.
“Oh, you are still a student here after all. I was beginning to wonder.” Snape’s irritated tone of voice was nothing that Harry hadn’t expected, and so the boy let out a nervous breath as he stepped forward into the office and closed the door behind him. Snape had gone back to his marking non-to interested in the boy standing before him.
“I’m sorry.” Harry lowered his gaze to the floor as the words trembled from his mouth. There was no way Harry could meet Snape’s gaze while he said what he had to, and no force in hell could make him stop twisting his hands in anxiousness. “I’ve never done that before, I’m not sick or anything. I was just…” Harry paused trying to find a way of explaining himself without sounding totally incompetent and childish. “I was just tired of it. I didn’t think anyone would notice,” Again Harry paused as he closed his eyes, a single tear leaking out from the corner of his eyes as he continued. “I’m sorry I’ve missed your classes, it won’t happen again.” Harry licked a salty tear from his lip as he waited for Snape to say something. When the professor made no sound Harry turned to leave, determined to scurry back to his dorm room and hide for the next hundred years.
“Don’t think that everything in your life is always going to be straightforward Mr. Potter.” Harry paused in front of the door his hand on the doorknob as he glanced back nervously at Snape. The elder professor was reclined back in his chair behind the desk, the parchments he’d been marking momentarily discarded as he stared at the boy. Harry didn’t know what to say in reply, still not willing to meet Snape’s intense gaze even across the room. After a long moments silence Harry was surprised to hear Snape sigh heavily. “Just because Miss Price doesn’t do it for you Mr. Potter doesn’t mean you’re incapable and that your life is worth ending. I consider myself as having survived worse humiliations than your current situation. My advice is to let it go and move on.” Harry nodded silently still not meeting Snape’s gaze. “Besides what I saw of you several evenings ago, you’re quite capable of achieving certain necessary aspects of intimacy.” Harry felt the crimson blush sweep into his cheeks as he began twisting his fingers nervously again. The night Snape had left Harry in the bathroom the boy had sat for a good five minutes recovering himself. It had only been then that he’d noticed the hard-on he sported. Shocked excitement had overwhelmed him, as he’d stared at his hard prick finally standing to attention, as it should do. Harry hadn’t given it a thought then about Snape’s presence, and only now realized what the professor must have been privy to upon dragging Harry from the bath. “Spare me your embarrassment Mr. Potter, I don’t consider sympathy one of my strong points.”
“Sorry sir.” Harry whispered trying his best to calm down. Snape snorted in irritated amusement as he stood from his desk and moved around to stretch his legs in front of the desk. This time Harry dared to glance up at Snape catching the man’s gaze briefly as Snape stared at him pointedly.
“I’d be careful if I were you Harry,” Harry’s head snapped up again his eyes widening in shock at hearing Snape use his first name. “Little boys who enjoy death grow up knowing nothing else.” Harry’s gaze locked with Snape’s, the man’s dark obsidian eyes swallowing Harry whole and making him shiver in fear. “Your homework for the week is in this folder. I expect you to have caught up with the lessons you missed by Monday.” Harry nodded as he stepped forward and took the folder Snape had collected from the desk to hand to him.
“Thank-you sir.” Harry muttered as he turned to move from the room, hoping to be out of Snape’s gaze as quickly as possible so he could try and make sense of the conversation that had just passed between them.
“Oh and Potter,” Harry paused already halfway out of the door. “Detention with me Saturday & Sunday, I don’t appreciate having to explain to the house elves why I require ice for my groin.” With a hasty nod Harry ran from the office. Harry knew he’d have never have gotten away with kneeing Snape at dueling club, but he was surprised it had taken till now for Snape to reprimand him. With a sigh of relief Harry hurried up to his dorm room determined to catch up on his potions work before his mind could begin worrying about what Snape had said to him in the office.
TBC>>>>>
A/N Yes I was cleaning out my harddrive before I go back to Uni and guess what I found, a completed story I haven't yet posted.......OMG can you actually believe I forgot about this one? Anyway, if you want the rest you better get reviewing. This little gold mine packs quite a punch, and I believe it's where I first started my love affair with plot twists....
Cheers
RIFFRAFF