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Guilty as Sin
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
57
Views:
112,279
Reviews:
512
Recommended:
5
Currently Reading:
5
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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CHAPTER 5
Lying on his side Harry watched as the Quidditch players flew back and forth across the view of the windows in the hospital wing. It was still warm outside in the sunshine perfect weather for Quidditch training. The Slytherin team had obviously received permission to use the pitch all weekend no doubt upsetting the other teams that would have liked to have practiced as well. Harry had watched the Slytherin team all weekend from his hospital bed, making note of their tactics and their skills as he saw them. Not that it mattered anyway, he’d been kicked off the Gryfindor team before school had even started back and he’d been banned from flying for the entire year by the headmaster. Like he’d been instructed to do Harry had written the required length of parchment for Snape and had spent the rest of the weekend watching the coming and goings of the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey paid him little attention her attitude towards him far colder than it used to be. Every hour he’d been sipping Snape’s potion, the awful tasting mixture making Harry feel tired and leaving him exhausted after any exercise. It was obvious the potion was forcing him to rest while it mended his internal injuries.
The only good thing about having spent the entire weekend in the infirmary was that Harry had been spared having to suffer through meals and ensured he didn’t have to talk to or see anyone. Harry knew it would come to an end and he was just waiting for Madam Pomfrey to come and tell him to return to his dorm.
Harry was still watching the Slytherin team flying out of the window when he heard the doors to the infirmary open. Glancing over his shoulder half expecting to see Madam Pomfrey Harry was somewhat surprised to see Draco Malfoy gingerly stepping into the practically deserted wing. Harry’s gaze narrowed suspiciously as he watched Draco look around cautiously as if to see if anyone was watching him. When the blonde had deemed the place secure Draco strode over to Harry and grabbing the chair beside Harry’s bed sat promptly down in it to stare up at the boy. Harry was stunned but wary as he stared back at Draco waiting for some kind of explanation. For a while Draco remained silent his forehead creased in thought as he stared up at Harry. Harry was at a loss and could do very little but stare back at the blonde in silence and waiting. Finally though Draco sat up straight and sighed deeply having decided at last what he was doing.
“Rumor has it Potter, you’re a murderer now.” Harry’s gaze darkened at Draco’s statement. He should have known the blonde wouldn’t be able to help himself from gloating in Harry’s misfortune and ruin. The entire Slytherin student population had been suspiciously quiet for the first week back at school and Harry had wondered why when such an opportunity as Harry’s summer loomed close. Harry reached for his wand beneath his pillow with every intention of hexing the blonde before he could say another word. Draco had caught the movement however and held up his hands quickly in supplication. “Whispers say that he deserved it though.” Harry’s suspicious frown deepened, more with worry now than anger. If Draco was suggesting what he was, then Harry was in trouble. That possibility was a ludicrous thought though, no one other than Harry knew what had happened that night at the Dursley’s, and the only other true witness was dead by Harry’s own wand.
“Mind your own business Malfoy.” Harry whispered dangerously still fingering his wand beneath his pillow despite Draco’s show of submission.
“I’m not messing around Potter, I know what happened. I know what you did and how you did it. No one, not even the headmaster has any idea do they?” Harry paled visibly as he watched Draco raise a knowing eyebrow in his direction, his face deadly serious.
“How.” Harry bit out trying to control his inner fear that Draco was going to tell everyone that he knew the truth. Harry watched as Draco shrugged his shoulders casually as he sat back a little in the chair, cautious of the boy in bed. The pair had never been friends, and had barely shared conversation other than to bait one another.
“A friend of a friend who was there, who saw it all, including what you did to that boy. The same friend who came back to my place scared out of his wit’s because he’d been to frightened to carry out his mission after you’d sucked the poor bastard dry.” Harry stared at Draco as the blonde smiled sideways a strange glitter in the corner of his eye.
“Who else have you told?” Harry whispered dangerously again a little concerned that Draco wasn’t in the slightest worried despite the information he knew regarding Harry’s position.
“No one.” Draco paused before leaning forward, lowering his voice conspiratorially as he leaned forward. “With no intention of doing so if you agree to some terms.” Harry knew then what was happening and the boy instantly grabbed his wand and aimed it squarely at Draco’s head the blonde not flinching despite the danger he knew he was in.
“Do you dare to blackmail me Malfoy?” Draco’s steel blue eyes sparkled mischievously as the blonde shook his head.
“Indeed not. Unlike some of the more dense people on this earth, I know when I’ve met my equal, even if it is in the most unlikely of forms. I’m simply offering you an alternative to the life you’re currently living.” Harry lowered his wand in mild interest of what Draco was now suggesting. “Your friends and family think you’re a murderer, they’d never understand what you are and why you do the things you do.” Harry thought silently back to the night when Remus and Albus had come and collected him from the Ministry after the ‘incident’. The expressions on their faces had told Harry far more than any of their words may have. Perhaps had Sirius been still alive he may have understood but with his godfather gone, Draco was right. No one could possibly understand.
“How many of there are you?” Harry whispered wondering how he hadn’t been able to tell what Draco was before now.
“A handful here at Hogwart’s that I know of. Far less though now days what with the Ministry’s laws.” Draco supplied casually as he unconsciously tugged at the sleeve of his Quidditch uniform. To Harry it was as if Draco had been born to be what he was, comfortable in the knowledge he was superior to everyone around him.
“How did you know I…” Harry trailed off realizing that he already knew the answer to that question. Continuing Harry gestured flippantly at the blonde opposite him. “I mean I couldn’t feel you, or anyone else for that matter.” Draco chuckled and pointed to the deceptive blue stone hanging around Harry’s neck on a silver chain, before amazingly pulling his own exactly the same chain free of the neck of his Quidditch uniform. Harry had had the chain since starting school, a necessity when his true self had begun to show through and become uncontrollable. It had been purchased at a dark little shop hidden in the maze of Knockturn Alley. No one knew about it and with a simple charm it remained unseen to anyone no aware of it. Draco’s was exactly the same as Harry’s, the claw that held the stone a dead give away to the maker.
“The potion we rely on inhibits our natural instincts Potter, including those inner instincts as well as the more obvious ones the Ministry disapprove of. None of us know that we each exist until the tell tale signs begin to show.” Draco tucked his neck chain back inside his uniform whispering his own concealment charm before glancing back up at Harry who was staring at him deep in thought.
“What do you want?” Harry whispered now intrigued to know just what Draco wanted to gain out of telling him all this information. Draco smiled widely and licked his lips unconsciously.
“Exactly what you want Potter. I know what you crave, what your forbidden to have simple because of who you are. Who’d have ever imagined the boy-who-lived, the savior of the wizarding world, would turn out to be just as dark a creature as the dark lord he was supposed to be fighting.” Draco smiled wickedly and stood up from his chair to lean over Harry. Harry froze rigid as he felt Draco lick a long wet path up his neck before biting softly the lobe of his ear before continuing to whisper. “You can’t have both Harry. You either deny your true self and fight for your manipulating friends and family who at present believe you nothing but a murderer, or you give up pretending to be something you’re not and have everything you ever wanted. We will still be here when the war is over no matter who win’s but is it not better to enjoy your life in freedom than in the narrow minded world which would hunt you like a dog simply for being yourself?” Harry could hardly breath as for the first time he inhaled the intoxicating aroma of one of his own kind. It was beautiful and washed over Harry in waves making him tremble with need. Controlling himself though Harry watched Draco pull away from him the blonde looking supremely satisfied with himself. “Those of us ‘out’ meet regularly each month in my dorm usually the same night as the Dueling Club, it ensures we aren’t interrupted. I believe this coming Tuesday is the first meeting of the new school year. I will wait for you in the entrance hall at 7.30. If you’re not there by 7.35 I’ll assume you chose the other path and we will never speak of this again.” Harry nodded in understanding and was about to ask what they did at this so called meeting and if it was possible that anyone would find out about it but the doors to the infirmary burst open and Madam Pomfrey came strolling in.
“Mr. Malfoy what are you doing here! Mr. Potter is not allowed visitors.” Harry rolled his eyes as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed knowing that his two days of solitude in the infirmary had come to an end. Glancing over his shoulder Harry watched as Draco smiled at him before turning on his usual sarcastic charm back at Madam Pomfrey.
“I was just leaving.” With a curt not of his head Draco swept from the infirmary leaving Harry watching him go, a strange feeling settling in his stomach. As soon as the blonde was gone Madam Pomfrey turned her attention to Harry who was just pulling on his trousers.
“I don’t know what you two have been up to Mr. Potter but I will not have either of your antics in my wards. Now hurry up and get dressed, Professor Snape has expressed a wish to see you at dinner this evening and I will not have you disobeying. Quickly now!” Harry rolled his eyes and sighed inwardly. Madam Pomfrey had been so cordial to him in the past, so understanding and caring; yet now she like so many others had turned their back on him. Finally dressed Harry grabbed his things and headed for the door leaving Madam Pomfrey spouting about his rude manners and lack of respect. Harry ignored her though his thoughts firmly focused on Draco and his offer.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
A/N Well I think that\'s enough to wet your appetite for this little sordid tale. If you like it please review, and even if you don\'t review too because it just makes me more determined to continue to write. Hope you enjoyed it and stay tuned for the next update.
Cheers RiffRaff
Lying on his side Harry watched as the Quidditch players flew back and forth across the view of the windows in the hospital wing. It was still warm outside in the sunshine perfect weather for Quidditch training. The Slytherin team had obviously received permission to use the pitch all weekend no doubt upsetting the other teams that would have liked to have practiced as well. Harry had watched the Slytherin team all weekend from his hospital bed, making note of their tactics and their skills as he saw them. Not that it mattered anyway, he’d been kicked off the Gryfindor team before school had even started back and he’d been banned from flying for the entire year by the headmaster. Like he’d been instructed to do Harry had written the required length of parchment for Snape and had spent the rest of the weekend watching the coming and goings of the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey paid him little attention her attitude towards him far colder than it used to be. Every hour he’d been sipping Snape’s potion, the awful tasting mixture making Harry feel tired and leaving him exhausted after any exercise. It was obvious the potion was forcing him to rest while it mended his internal injuries.
The only good thing about having spent the entire weekend in the infirmary was that Harry had been spared having to suffer through meals and ensured he didn’t have to talk to or see anyone. Harry knew it would come to an end and he was just waiting for Madam Pomfrey to come and tell him to return to his dorm.
Harry was still watching the Slytherin team flying out of the window when he heard the doors to the infirmary open. Glancing over his shoulder half expecting to see Madam Pomfrey Harry was somewhat surprised to see Draco Malfoy gingerly stepping into the practically deserted wing. Harry’s gaze narrowed suspiciously as he watched Draco look around cautiously as if to see if anyone was watching him. When the blonde had deemed the place secure Draco strode over to Harry and grabbing the chair beside Harry’s bed sat promptly down in it to stare up at the boy. Harry was stunned but wary as he stared back at Draco waiting for some kind of explanation. For a while Draco remained silent his forehead creased in thought as he stared up at Harry. Harry was at a loss and could do very little but stare back at the blonde in silence and waiting. Finally though Draco sat up straight and sighed deeply having decided at last what he was doing.
“Rumor has it Potter, you’re a murderer now.” Harry’s gaze darkened at Draco’s statement. He should have known the blonde wouldn’t be able to help himself from gloating in Harry’s misfortune and ruin. The entire Slytherin student population had been suspiciously quiet for the first week back at school and Harry had wondered why when such an opportunity as Harry’s summer loomed close. Harry reached for his wand beneath his pillow with every intention of hexing the blonde before he could say another word. Draco had caught the movement however and held up his hands quickly in supplication. “Whispers say that he deserved it though.” Harry’s suspicious frown deepened, more with worry now than anger. If Draco was suggesting what he was, then Harry was in trouble. That possibility was a ludicrous thought though, no one other than Harry knew what had happened that night at the Dursley’s, and the only other true witness was dead by Harry’s own wand.
“Mind your own business Malfoy.” Harry whispered dangerously still fingering his wand beneath his pillow despite Draco’s show of submission.
“I’m not messing around Potter, I know what happened. I know what you did and how you did it. No one, not even the headmaster has any idea do they?” Harry paled visibly as he watched Draco raise a knowing eyebrow in his direction, his face deadly serious.
“How.” Harry bit out trying to control his inner fear that Draco was going to tell everyone that he knew the truth. Harry watched as Draco shrugged his shoulders casually as he sat back a little in the chair, cautious of the boy in bed. The pair had never been friends, and had barely shared conversation other than to bait one another.
“A friend of a friend who was there, who saw it all, including what you did to that boy. The same friend who came back to my place scared out of his wit’s because he’d been to frightened to carry out his mission after you’d sucked the poor bastard dry.” Harry stared at Draco as the blonde smiled sideways a strange glitter in the corner of his eye.
“Who else have you told?” Harry whispered dangerously again a little concerned that Draco wasn’t in the slightest worried despite the information he knew regarding Harry’s position.
“No one.” Draco paused before leaning forward, lowering his voice conspiratorially as he leaned forward. “With no intention of doing so if you agree to some terms.” Harry knew then what was happening and the boy instantly grabbed his wand and aimed it squarely at Draco’s head the blonde not flinching despite the danger he knew he was in.
“Do you dare to blackmail me Malfoy?” Draco’s steel blue eyes sparkled mischievously as the blonde shook his head.
“Indeed not. Unlike some of the more dense people on this earth, I know when I’ve met my equal, even if it is in the most unlikely of forms. I’m simply offering you an alternative to the life you’re currently living.” Harry lowered his wand in mild interest of what Draco was now suggesting. “Your friends and family think you’re a murderer, they’d never understand what you are and why you do the things you do.” Harry thought silently back to the night when Remus and Albus had come and collected him from the Ministry after the ‘incident’. The expressions on their faces had told Harry far more than any of their words may have. Perhaps had Sirius been still alive he may have understood but with his godfather gone, Draco was right. No one could possibly understand.
“How many of there are you?” Harry whispered wondering how he hadn’t been able to tell what Draco was before now.
“A handful here at Hogwart’s that I know of. Far less though now days what with the Ministry’s laws.” Draco supplied casually as he unconsciously tugged at the sleeve of his Quidditch uniform. To Harry it was as if Draco had been born to be what he was, comfortable in the knowledge he was superior to everyone around him.
“How did you know I…” Harry trailed off realizing that he already knew the answer to that question. Continuing Harry gestured flippantly at the blonde opposite him. “I mean I couldn’t feel you, or anyone else for that matter.” Draco chuckled and pointed to the deceptive blue stone hanging around Harry’s neck on a silver chain, before amazingly pulling his own exactly the same chain free of the neck of his Quidditch uniform. Harry had had the chain since starting school, a necessity when his true self had begun to show through and become uncontrollable. It had been purchased at a dark little shop hidden in the maze of Knockturn Alley. No one knew about it and with a simple charm it remained unseen to anyone no aware of it. Draco’s was exactly the same as Harry’s, the claw that held the stone a dead give away to the maker.
“The potion we rely on inhibits our natural instincts Potter, including those inner instincts as well as the more obvious ones the Ministry disapprove of. None of us know that we each exist until the tell tale signs begin to show.” Draco tucked his neck chain back inside his uniform whispering his own concealment charm before glancing back up at Harry who was staring at him deep in thought.
“What do you want?” Harry whispered now intrigued to know just what Draco wanted to gain out of telling him all this information. Draco smiled widely and licked his lips unconsciously.
“Exactly what you want Potter. I know what you crave, what your forbidden to have simple because of who you are. Who’d have ever imagined the boy-who-lived, the savior of the wizarding world, would turn out to be just as dark a creature as the dark lord he was supposed to be fighting.” Draco smiled wickedly and stood up from his chair to lean over Harry. Harry froze rigid as he felt Draco lick a long wet path up his neck before biting softly the lobe of his ear before continuing to whisper. “You can’t have both Harry. You either deny your true self and fight for your manipulating friends and family who at present believe you nothing but a murderer, or you give up pretending to be something you’re not and have everything you ever wanted. We will still be here when the war is over no matter who win’s but is it not better to enjoy your life in freedom than in the narrow minded world which would hunt you like a dog simply for being yourself?” Harry could hardly breath as for the first time he inhaled the intoxicating aroma of one of his own kind. It was beautiful and washed over Harry in waves making him tremble with need. Controlling himself though Harry watched Draco pull away from him the blonde looking supremely satisfied with himself. “Those of us ‘out’ meet regularly each month in my dorm usually the same night as the Dueling Club, it ensures we aren’t interrupted. I believe this coming Tuesday is the first meeting of the new school year. I will wait for you in the entrance hall at 7.30. If you’re not there by 7.35 I’ll assume you chose the other path and we will never speak of this again.” Harry nodded in understanding and was about to ask what they did at this so called meeting and if it was possible that anyone would find out about it but the doors to the infirmary burst open and Madam Pomfrey came strolling in.
“Mr. Malfoy what are you doing here! Mr. Potter is not allowed visitors.” Harry rolled his eyes as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed knowing that his two days of solitude in the infirmary had come to an end. Glancing over his shoulder Harry watched as Draco smiled at him before turning on his usual sarcastic charm back at Madam Pomfrey.
“I was just leaving.” With a curt not of his head Draco swept from the infirmary leaving Harry watching him go, a strange feeling settling in his stomach. As soon as the blonde was gone Madam Pomfrey turned her attention to Harry who was just pulling on his trousers.
“I don’t know what you two have been up to Mr. Potter but I will not have either of your antics in my wards. Now hurry up and get dressed, Professor Snape has expressed a wish to see you at dinner this evening and I will not have you disobeying. Quickly now!” Harry rolled his eyes and sighed inwardly. Madam Pomfrey had been so cordial to him in the past, so understanding and caring; yet now she like so many others had turned their back on him. Finally dressed Harry grabbed his things and headed for the door leaving Madam Pomfrey spouting about his rude manners and lack of respect. Harry ignored her though his thoughts firmly focused on Draco and his offer.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
A/N Well I think that\'s enough to wet your appetite for this little sordid tale. If you like it please review, and even if you don\'t review too because it just makes me more determined to continue to write. Hope you enjoyed it and stay tuned for the next update.
Cheers RiffRaff