The Friday Boy

CHAPTER 41

It was Friday yet again and Harry had begun to think that Friday’s were becoming more than just the end of the week. Everything in Snape’s life always seemed to happen on a Friday, like the man deliberately put off all his most pressing issues during the week before letting them run free every Friday. Harry sighed as he stood silently beside Albus desk. Silently he watched the small gathering argue the finer points of his and Snape’s intended evening. Harry hadn’t seen anyone from Grimmauld Place since he’d run out on them last week and Harry was rather relived to see his godfather before being led into his enemy’s lair. An order meeting had undoubtedly been called and everyone involved was now milling around in Dumbledore’s office. Harry noticed some specific absences in the group, for one Bill Weasley was no where in sight and neither was Lupin, no doubt due to the full moon.

Harry felt awkward standing in the midnight black robes, their silky heavy material clinging to him like a cascade of water, accentuating every curve in his body that it clung to. There was a cloak that went over the hooded robe and an expressionless white mask was clutched in his hands waiting to complete the look. Harry had distantly wondered why his robes were not the same as Snape’s death eater garb but the explanation had come when Snape had clipped a velveteen collar around his neck and a matching chain around his wrist. Both accessories bore Severus’ family seal the ancient mark intricately inlaid in silver and purple. A thought arose in Harry’s mind as he fingered the collar, the boy silently wondering just how many Friday Boy’s had worn the collar and how many more had shared Snape’s bed. The clock tower struck 8.00pm and the arguments around the office fell silent.

“Potter, let’s go or we’ll be late.” Snape stepped out from within the gathered group ignoring their stares as he held his hand out for Harry. Silently Harry nodded and having slipped on the heavy cloak joined Snape by the fireplace.

“Harry be careful, keep your eyes open and your wits about you.” Sirius smiled as he hugged Harry tightly before stepping back beside Alistair Moody.

“Good luck Harry take from it what you can and come home safe…” Dumbledore smiled at Harry, before glancing up at Snape. “Both of you.” Dumbledore muttered as he stepped away from the pair.

“No magic, no wand….” Snape began as he helped Harry on with his mask.

“No voice, no mercy.” Harry finished for Snape as the elder wizard slid his own mask on. Harry remembered the saying from the very first page of the diary, they’d been the last reported words of Tom Riddle’s first sexual conquest. With a curt but approving nod, Snape collected a gloved hand full of floo powder and on the count of three tossed the lot into the flame before he and Harry stepped through together.

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Harry took a deep steadying breath in as he stepped out of the floo and into what appeared to be an abandoned old warehouse. Judging from the salty smell and the sound of water lapping against boat hulls the warehouse was somewhere on a dock. It was dark in the warehouse, only the light of the full moon shone in through the broken windowpanes creating long shadows on the dusty concrete floor. Harry’s eyes flickered to the shadows in instinct, searching for movement that might suggest an attack. Nothing stirred however as Snape straightened his robe and headed across the empty warehouse floor. Harry kept close to his lover, practically stepping on his heels as they crossed the large expanse of floor. Snape obviously knew where he was going as he exited the warehouse through a side door, the troublesome paddle lock undone with a wandless charm uttered beneath Snape’s breath. Outside on the wooden dock it was chilly and Harry snuggled down in his cloak as he fell into step beside Snape.

“Watch your behavior and don’t stray from my side. If they touch you let them, I’ll intervene if necessary. Keep your mouth shut and your eyes open and follow all of my instructions without hesitation. No magic what so ever. I can protect your mind but I can’t cover up your magical signature. And for Merlin’s sake keep that mask on.” Harry nodded silently as they approached what appeared to be a little fish and chip shop, it’s neon light flickering dangerously. As Snape stepped through the door of the café his entire persona changed and Harry watched in aw as the elder wizard strode confidently up to the waitress serving at the counter.

“Key.” Snape commanded holding out his leather-gloved hand at the snotty, teenaged waitress. Harry smiled to himself as he watched the young waitress look at Snape like he was some kind of freak before she ducked under the counter and reappeared a moment later with what looked like a hotel key, with a large brass ring on one end.

“You weirdo’s need to learn some manners.” She snapped as she slapped the key into Snape’s hand, his fist curling around it instantly.

“And you need to crawl back into your trailer bitch.” Snape calmly replied as he strode through the café and up a set of stairs. Harry obediently followed and was rather confused as Snape came to a stop at a door at the top of the stairs. Using the key he’d been given Snape opened the door and hustled Harry inside before locking it behind them. The room was horrible, like a badly maintained motel in some seedy little town. It smelt of urine, stale water and sex and Harry fought back a heave as he watched Snape drop the key onto the bed before stepping up to the unlit fireplace. “Inferno.” Snape muttered and a blue, icy flame appeared in the hearth. Harry watched carefully as Snape rummaged around in his cloak pocket for a moment before pulling out the vial that had arrived with his invitation earlier in the week. Snape downed the potion in one go, before re-pocketing the empty vial. With an exaggerated sigh Snape turned to Harry and offered him his hand. “Together on three.” On the count of three the pair stepped into the fire and before Harry could blink he was standing in a magnificent entry hall, ablaze with oil lanterns and floating candles.

“Ah Severus, I thought you’d changed your mind.” Harry started a little when he saw Lucius Malfoy swaning down the grand staircase that dominated the hall. The man was dressed in rich red robes, the lavish fabrics hanging from his body like curtains. The night in the club was still raw in Harry’s mind and he instinctively stepped a little behind Snape as the man approached.

“Wild Thestral’s wouldn’t have kept me away.” Snape’s smooth calculated tone resonated around the hall, as Malfoy came to a stop in front of him and clicked his fingers. Almost immediately a scruffy little house elf appeared her hands held out in front of her. “Jinx, take Professor Snape and his companions cloaks.” Following Snape’s lead Harry slipped off his cloak and handed it with Snape’s over to the house elf. Snape also took off his mask and handed it to the elf that promptly disappeared with the items.

“Well, well, well. You always had exquisite taste Severus but you’ve really excelled this time.” Malfoy crooned lecherously as he eyed Harry’s body. Harry held perfectly still as Malfoy stroked a finger across his exposed neck and up over his chin, where the mask didn’t quite meet the hood of the silk robe. “You’ll be pleased to know Draco will be joining us this evening.” At Malfoy’s polite gesture Snape and he headed across the hall towards a door leading from the foyer. Still listening to their conversation Harry fell into step behind them careful not to tread on either of the men’s long robes trailing behind them.

“He’s not 17 yet.” Snape countered sharply his irritation for Malfoy junior not going unmissed by Harry. It had been Draco after all that had tried to blackmail him at school over Snape.

“Indeed but he’s maturing very quickly and I thought it best to start him early.” Lucius pushed open the door into another room and Harry was instantly assaulted by the noise. Music hummed around the room, barely louder than the conversations taking place from all the people inside. Harry had never seen such a large gathering of death eaters in his life, all of them smoking strange pipes and sipping from glass goblets of wine and whisky. What struck Harry the most however was their chosen company. Like Harry there were young wizards and witches everywhere, all of them in masks and all obediently beside their owners, who were fawning over them like pets. Harry swallowed nervously as their entrance drew attention to them. Harry lowered his head to his chest, glad of the mask to hide him as he followed Snape and Lucius through the party. “I thought you might like to take his company tonight, as an apology for….” Harry watched as Lucius paused the wizard reaching up to scratch his neck. What Harry saw beneath the cascade of blonde hair as sickening, red, angry crisscrosses of cut flesh littered Lucius neck and no doubt extended down the man’s body. It became clear then, that Lucius had received his punishment for the incident in the club earlier in the year. “…shall we just say for poor judgment?” Lucius led them both to a small circle of armchairs on the far side of the room. Snape sat down in one of the plush chairs, and Harry hesitated as he stood beside his lover.

“Sit.” Snape indicated to the small soft cushion beside his chair and Harry obediently sat down, his legs crossed and leaning against Snape’s leg. Lucius snapped his fingers twice and from nowhere a small army of house elves appeared carrying lavish trays of finger food and more alcohol. Snape helped himself to a glass of brandy from a passing tray as he settled back, his hand possessively coming to sit on Harry’s hooded head. “You know I’m not interested in him Lucius, I told you last time he was offered to me.”

“The dark lord thinks the alliance between our families would be beneficial.” Lucius offered as he selected some small sausages from a selection of meats passing him on a tray. Harry didn’t dare look up to check Snape’s expression as the elder wizard huffed in contempt.

“Any alliance between our families Lucius is doomed to fail, our origins are worlds apart.” Snape’s hand on Harry’s head had now slipped to the boy’s shoulder, where it was now gently massaging the muscle beneath the silk robe.

“He’s quite willing, I believe he has quite an attachment to you. Plus we think he’s fertile.” Harry did look up at this and was rewarded with a sharp swat to the side of his head for an independent display.

“You have no way of telling for sure Lucius. Besides none of this is convincing me to change my mind. I do no want Draco, I have quite my hands full with other more pleasing projects.” For affect Snape trailed his hand down Harry’s silk clad chest before sitting back in his chair with a smug smile of satisfaction.

“Severus I don’t think you understand what I’m offering...” Lucius trailed off as he raised his hand and gestured across the room. Casually Snape looked in the direction, Lucius had indicated, Harry gingerly doing the same. What Harry saw made him grind his teeth angrily. Draco Malfoy lay innocently on some floor cushions, his slim fitting robe, riding up high on his thighs as he swung his legs back and forth. He was playing cards with some other masked pets. Despite the outwards appearance of young naivety Harry knew Draco was aware he was being watched. With a casual flirting flick of his hair Draco turned to looked directly at Snape, who was staring at him with an unreadable expression. Harry clenched his fists in his side as he watched Draco wink at Snape seductively, a beaming smile radiating from his face. “All I’m asking for Severus is a donation, no one need know it’s yours. With some fertility potion, one night should be sufficient.” Harry could hardly believe what he was hearing as Lucius leaned across the table so that his voice was only heard by Snape and Harry. “The dark lord would compensate us both handsomely for such an alliance.” Harry stared up at Snape’s face as the man downed what was left of his brandy in one go.

“Professor Snape, how’s your summer been?” Harry bit his lip as Draco sauntered over from on his cushions, his gaze narrowing at Harry on the floor before he sat himself presumptuously down on Snape’s lap, his foot kicking Harry hard as he pushed him out of the way.

“Draco get off.” Snape muttered darkly as he tried to push the blonde off his lap. Draco wasn’t about to be moved however and instead, ground himself back against Snape’s lap, making the man hiss in what Harry could only describe as arousal. Harry wondered just how much of the man’s arousal was due to the potion he’d taken and how much was due to Draco’s thigh high robe that slid dangerously upwards as he wiggled.

“Did you ask him father?” Draco inquired flippantly still grinding himself back on Snape’s lap, where Snape was glaring at the younger wizard.

“I did,” Lucius paused and looked pointedly at Snape, who had a slight sheen of sweat on his brow, his hands now having stopped trying to push Draco away and had instead clamped onto the boy’s slim waist. Harry was powerless to do anything as he watched Draco torture Snape. “He’s thinking about it.” Lucius smiled as his son pushed back hard against Snape’s lap, causing the man to gasp in excitement. “Come Draco let’s give Severus some space to think.” With another knowing smile over his shoulder Draco nodded and got up from Snape’s lap to follow his father away. Harry held his breath as Draco purposefully paused next to him, the blonde leaning down so close that Harry could smell the tangy scent of the boys soap.

“I always win Potter, you should have accepted my offer last time.” With a smug satisfied smirk Draco followed his father leaving Harry staring at his hands that were twisting in his lap. There was a stagnate silence that hung in the Malfoy’s wake and Harry braced himself for the fall out. Both he and Snape had underestimated Draco’s persistence and determination in achieving his goal.

“Shit.” Snape barked out from between clenched teeth his anger clearly radiating from his murderous expression. Harry was kind of glad he was still hidden beneath the mask and hood, although Draco had seen through it easily. Harry was beginning to think that Draco Malfoy had far more brains than his father had. Knowing that it was suicide to talk Harry could do nothing but watch as Snape broke the whisky glass in his fist, the shattered glass shards showering down over Harry still sitting at Snape’s feet. “Come on.” Snape was up from his chair in an instant not even acknowledging Harry as the boy hissed in pain as he stood up. Harry worried his lip as he rubbed his stomach, the cramp that had set up residence returning with force. Snape adjusted himself uncomfortably beneath his robe before he strode through the party ignoring the passing comments from the other death eaters. Snape was beyond mad he was practically livid as he strode right up to Draco who was leaning flirtatiously on the bar in the far corner of the room. Grabbing Draco’s collar, the blonde’s didn’t have time to speak as Snape threw him bodily through a side door. Harry swallowed nervously as the crash of the door slamming into the wall, made the party fall silent. Snape ignored it though as he strode through after a staggering stunned Draco. Harry obediently followed Snape, ensuring he put a little distance between himself and the older wizard, his hand on his wand self consciously.

Grabbing Draco again Snape thrust him across the darkened unused room they’d entered and out through a patio door into a moonlit garden. Harry gingerly made sure no one was following them as he watched Draco stumbled on the grass and fall flat on his backside. Snape was a formidable enemy as he stalked Draco, who was scrambling backwards away from him on his hands.

“I warned you Draco Malfoy not to cross me.” Snape pulled his wand free of his cloak and with a flourishing flick Draco’s mask was gone leaving the pale boy face shivering under the moonlight. Draco’s steel blue eyes never left Snape’s as the man continued to approach him like a spider stalking it’s prey.

“And I thought you were loyal to the dark lord, be anyone, do anything….even me.” Draco trailed off as Snape threw a curse at him at practically point blank range. Draco’s entire body spasmed the boy’s mouth open, locked in a silent scream. With another flick Snape ended the curse and Draco collapsed on the damp grass. Harry watched nervously from the shadows under the trees as Snape circled Draco’s prone form.

“What part of our last conversation didn’t you understand Draco or did you simply not get enough.” Snape snarled at Draco, who had sat up now and was eyeing Snape with a dangerous glare. Harry shivered in the icy bite of the wind, that rustled the trees above him, showering him with droplets of wet cold dew. Harry didn’t know what to do as he watched the pair of dark wizards stare each other down.

“Nothing will be enough until I’ve had you.” Draco spat his blue eyes flashing in the moonlight as they sought out Harry standing shivering in the shadows. “And if that means exposing you and him, then that’s a risk I’m willing to take.” Harry winced as he watched Snape draw back his hand, bringing it down hard on Draco’s face and sending the boy sprawling face first into the gravel path that circled the little garden. Harry expected Draco to cower away from Snape, but instead the blonde sat back up a smug smile twitching at the corner of his cruel lips. “You can’t help yourself can you Snape? Show him what you’re really like Snape, show him what you’re capable of.” Harry closed his eyes as he watched Snape raise his hand again this time landing his fist squarely in Draco’s face with a sickening crack. This blow caused Draco to groan but like before the blonde crawled back onto his knees a white smile beaming through the trail of blood that tricked down from his nose. “Do you see what he is Potter? Why he fawns over you like a pet. You represent innocence, something he’s never had and isn’t capable of protecting. You’re pure Potter. Snape’s never been pure, a legacy of growing up in a dark family where sin is taught by a matter of course. He worships you Potter, but he forgets that everything he touches he breaks…”

“What do you want Draco?” Before Draco could finish Snape had wrapped his fist in the collar of the boy’s robe and with a strength Harry had never expected lifted the blonde to his feet and held him within an inch of his own nose, so that he and Draco were face to face. Draco grinned and laughed in Snape’s face splattering blood onto the elder wizards skin. Snape didn’t flinch however and merely brought his wand up to press into Draco’s throat.

“Teach me Severus, show me what you showed my father that night, show me pain.” Harry didn’t know what to do as he watched Draco address Snape, the blonde’s voice getting caught up in the wind so that Harry heard only the hiss of Draco’s voice. Harry could see Snape’s chest heaving the elder wizard barely restraining himself as his hand shook in its deathly grip around the wand. Whatever reply Draco was waiting for it didn’t seem to be forth coming, and Harry was beginning to worry that anyone from the party inside would come out looking for them. Harry knew he wasn’t to speak, Snape had forbidden him to do so for fear of him being recognized but Harry needed to know if Snape knew what he was risking.

”Severus?” Harry’s whisper trailed away on the wind and although being drowned out by the leaves in the trees both Draco and Snape heard him. Harry watched as Snape turned his head towards him, and for a brief moment Harry saw the same guilty sadness washed into the older man’s that he’d seen the first night he’d followed Snape to the club, and he’d paid Alistair Grantham. As soon as he’d seen it though it was gone and Harry watched as Snape lowered his wand from Draco’s neck his gaze still locked on Harry’s in the shadows.

“Turn around Harry.” Snape commanded coldly his face it’s usual unreadable, expressionless mask.

”Severus what’s happening, what’s he talking about.” Harry was shaking physically as he watched Snape sheath his wand into the folds of his robe before sliding free of an inner pocket, a glistening silver blade. Although he had his wand, Harry couldn’t apperate alone and there was certainly no way he could go back the way they’d arrived without Snape’s protection. He also knew that to use magic in anyway would reveal himself to all the death eaters inside the house and expose Severus.

“I said turn around Harry and don’t look back until I say so.” Harry stared into Severus inky black eyes and despite the coldness in the wizards voice Harry saw a reflection of trust in the man’s gaze. With an unsteady breath in Harry nodded and turned around to face the darkness of the garden to wait.

Harry closed his eyes as the first cry of pain was caught up on the wind. It made his skin crawl as he heard the slice of metal through flesh that got swept up in the rustling tree branches above him. Time seemed to be suspended in a swirl of shadow and sound as Harry focused on Draco’s cries. Harry was confused as he listened to the blonde, each blow he was landed causing him to cry out but at the same time gasp in what Harry could only describe as ecstasy. Apart from metal meeting flesh Snape made very little sound, the occasional grunt with over exertion or a hiss of pain. Unlike Draco’s cries, Snape’s pain was genuine and without even seeing the event Harry knew Snape was struggling. With his eyes closed Harry replayed the saddening guilty gaze Severus had portrayed. It was a genuine emotion, something the man hadn’t hidden behind his mask. It was that image combined with Draco’s cries that made a single tear fall silently down Harry’s cheek.

Harry didn’t know how long he stood staring at the darkened garden, his body devoid of every other sense except hearing. Each small rustle, grunt or push of flesh made him flinch automatically. It was with a blood-curdling scream that all sound ceased and Harry was left listening only to the roar of the wind in the leaves.

The need to turn around bit at Harry’s chest but like he’d done for the last hour he rooted his feet and resisted the compulsion. Distantly Harry heard the rustle of fabric before the quiet crunch of boots on the grass as someone approached him. Harry jumped a little as he felt a hand fall down onto his shoulder. Swallowing shakily Harry glanced to his right to look at the hand. What he saw made him heave.

Long, potions stained fingers rested feather light on his shoulder, their sticky crimson coating seeping into the beautiful weave of the silk robe he wore. Harry’s lip trembled as he finally lifted his gaze to meet Snape’s hovering above him. Severus looked tired, his eyes haunted and empty. Harry had never seen the man look so defeated. Snape’s hair hung in his face, as he lowered his head and pressed a chaste kiss to Harry’s cheek, the touch of trembling lips so light Harry thought he’d imagined it.

“I’m so sorry.” Snape’s voice flittered away on the wind and Harry closed his eyes as Snape drew his hand up to the boy’s cheek, the gentle touch soiled by the red fluid that clung to Harry’s cold rosy cheek.

“Take me home.” Harry breathed out as he pulled away from Snape and wiped crudely at the bloodied finger marks on his cheek, smearing them into an impressionistic swirl. Quietly Snape nodded, his gaze falling away from Harry’s. Reaching out Snape placed a cold, mechanical hand on Harry’s arm and with a whispered charm, had them both swirling away in apparition.

TBC>>>>>>>>>>

A/N *kicks Anon hard in the arse* Who\'s writing this? Me or You?....*grrrr* But thankfully your shot in the dark about my plot is rather predictible, and as many of my long time readers will a test, something my fictions are NEVER, is predictible....

Anyway thanks everyone for the reading suggestions, it\'ll hopefully sate my desire for some Snarry....Glad you\'re all still enjoying, and yes \'lemonade\' Snape doing little boys squicks me too but you\'ll realize the truth why he does it, before the end of the story.... *winks* I never write \'controversial\' topics without there being a genuine plot aspect it\'s realted to. Hope that makes it easier to read...

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