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TITLE: Torn
AUTHOR: Ravenkiss
STATUS/PART: 5/?
EMAIL: Ravenkiss2000@yahoo.com
RATING: NC17
PAIRING: SS/??, SS/RL, SS/RH
SPOILERS: OOP
WARNINGS: AU, M/M Slash, Rape, Violence, Mpreg, Hurt comfort
DISCLAIMER: JKR owns all the characters, places, ect. I am just borrowing them from a while.
SUMMARY: Harry's friend has had enough.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Things are about to get ugly
Beta: The Goblet and Tall oaks
Part - 5
"We are making a habit of this," noted Remus as he walked beside a limping Severus Snape. Actually, he wished that he could have done what he did before and helped the other man to his rooms with an arm around his waist, feeling the warmth of his sleek body through the many layers of clothes, but you could not always have what you wanted. After all, Madam Pomfrey had wanted Severus to stay in the infirmary for another day at least, but her number one worst patient insisted that he would be just fine in his room with a cane.
At least he had not opted for a silver snake headed pimp cane like the late unlamented Lucius Malfoy had favored. Snape decided to go with plain dignified black.
Remus kept his pace slow so that Severus did not have to hurry to keep up. It was also to prevent the Potions Master from deliberately lagging behind to try and lose him. The werewolf certainly did not want to see anything happen to his reluctant companion, and he was not above using this golden opportunity to spend some time together. Besides, he had promised Poppy and Albus that he would make sure that the other man made it to his room in one piece.
"Let us hope the habit is broken soon," Snape grumbled. "I survived the worst that Voldemort and the Death Eaters could throw at me. It would be humiliating to die at the hands of a student prankster."
"Do not even joke about it Severus," Remus lost his slightly forced amusement at the thought that the man beside him could have died just a few days before. "I do not want to think about it."
Severus stopped in the hall just a short distance from the entrance to his room, which was covered by a painting of a field of red poppies with a pretty young blond girl in a blue dress lounging among the blossoms. When she saw Snape's condition a look of concern crossed her face, but she remained silent as Severus turned and spoke to the man behind him. "Lupin, what is it that you want from me?"
Remus Lupin looked at the black haired man for a long time, he had not intended to say anything yet for fear that the Slytherin would become defensive and hide behind his mask of indifference. He had hoped to give Severus time to at least tolerate his presence before letting him know of his intentions.
"First, I would like you to call me Remus," he said hopefully. "But what I really want is to be your friend." He wanted to be much more then that, but as they say, you had to crawl before you could walk.
"I do not have friends," countered Severus.
"You will not admit that you do. Albus is your friend, as well as Hagrid, Pomona, Fillius, Poppy..."
"Hagrid was sitting by my bedside until Poppy threw him out the morning I was injured," Snape noted almost to himself. He had woken because of the pain at roughly five in the morning and found himself looking into the concerned bearded face. The groundskeeper had quickly fetched him some pain potion, and then simple watched him drift back into sleep. "Won't let nobody hurt yeh," the deep voice had assured him. Strangely, he had felt completely safe under the watchful eyes of the gentle half-giant.
"Had I known what had happened, I would have been there beside him."
"The room would have been rather crowded," said Snape dryly.
"But it is nice to know that people care," said Remus. "It would not take much for you to have real friends you know? You really should try it at least once. Who knows, you might like it?" He smiled. "I play a mean game of chess, you know? And more importantly I have a bottle of twelve year old scotch."
Severus continued his usual scowl for a moment, and then the expression changed to a neutral blank expression. "Good scotch?"
"Very."
"Tempting, but sadly I will be using some very strong pain medication for the next few days," confessed the Slytherin. Those potions meant no alcohol.
"According to Poppy, you should be done with the medication by Friday," Lupin said hopefully. He had asked her for a complete update on Severus' condition as soon as he got word of the injury. The Mediwitch had been very happy to fill him in.
"I suppose a game of chess Friday night would be acceptable."
Remus wanted to jump for joy, but settled for a grin. "Seven o'clock?
"Agreed." Snape used the cane to limp the rest of the way to his door. "Bring the scotch."
"Of course," the werewolf laughed and with a nod of his head turned to go. He felt almost lightheaded. He had a date with Severus Snape!
Snape sighed, wondering what had possessed him to agree to this insanity? He was going to play chess with Remus Lupin. He was actually going to allow one of the Marauders into his private room and been civil to him.
He must be getting senile.
It was not that Severus was paranoid, but right now it seemed that someone really was out to get him. Which is why the Slytherin waited until the other wizard had disappeared around the corner before he leaned towards the portrait,"Fluffy Bunnies," he whispered as the girl chuckled.
No one would ever guess that password.
Unbeknownst to the Potions Master he was not being paranoid enough because there was someone nearby. Someone very interested in Snape's password.
Someone that thought the Slytherin was getting above himself and needed to be put in his place.
---
Harry was nearly hysterical as he pleaded with his friend in the dark of the Gryffindor common room.
"You have to stop this! Please, you have gone too far already. Leave and let this die down. If no one tries to do anything to Snape for a few months everyone will forget about it!" Harry was not sure that this was true, but he wanted to believe it.
"Leave? Like Hell I will! Remus is losing his mind. I saw him; he walked Snape to his rooms. He was mooning over the git like some lovesick schoolgirl! It was disgusting! All that was missing was a goodnight kiss!"
"You think that Remus and Snape are..." Harry felt sick.
"Not yet." The shadowy figure stared into the fire. "But they could be. Snape is probably desperate. It is not like he has been laid in the past decade," he snarled, but then there was a long pause. "Wait, I have it, Harry. This is perfect. I am going to show Remus and everyone else what Snape really is. Everyone knows that he was Malfoy's bed warmer for years, nothing but a whore!"
"Please, no more. Leave Snape alone!" Harry gasped with an air of desperation.
"I will prove to Remus and everyone else in this castle that Snape is nothing but a whimpering, pathetic bitch; my bitch. I will make him unacceptable to everyone, even the other Slytherin." With that the dark form disappeared into the shadows.
Harry sat heavily on the old couch, drew his knees up to his chest and began to rock back and forth. He had to do something. No matter what a pain in the arse Snape had been to him in the past, he did not deserve to suffer any more.
He should tell someone, he really should. But if he told anyone what was happening, his friend could end up in St. Mungo's, or maybe even sent to Azkaban. No, Harry could not tell anyone. He would have to find a way to stop this on his own.
---
Just past midnight on Wednesday morning, before the painting that covered Snape's door. "Fluffy Bunnies," the voice whispered in a fair imitation of Snape from beneath the invisibility cloak. "Sure, Professor." The sleepy girl lay on a thick quilt, her face turned away from the front of the canvas, she lifted her arm and gave a half-hearted wave without turning over as the tall frame swung open.
He was almost trembling with anticipation. Now there was nothing that stood in the way of his ultimate revenge against that greasy bastard Severus Snape.
tbc
AUTHOR: Ravenkiss
STATUS/PART: 5/?
EMAIL: Ravenkiss2000@yahoo.com
RATING: NC17
PAIRING: SS/??, SS/RL, SS/RH
SPOILERS: OOP
WARNINGS: AU, M/M Slash, Rape, Violence, Mpreg, Hurt comfort
DISCLAIMER: JKR owns all the characters, places, ect. I am just borrowing them from a while.
SUMMARY: Harry's friend has had enough.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Things are about to get ugly
Beta: The Goblet and Tall oaks
Part - 5
"We are making a habit of this," noted Remus as he walked beside a limping Severus Snape. Actually, he wished that he could have done what he did before and helped the other man to his rooms with an arm around his waist, feeling the warmth of his sleek body through the many layers of clothes, but you could not always have what you wanted. After all, Madam Pomfrey had wanted Severus to stay in the infirmary for another day at least, but her number one worst patient insisted that he would be just fine in his room with a cane.
At least he had not opted for a silver snake headed pimp cane like the late unlamented Lucius Malfoy had favored. Snape decided to go with plain dignified black.
Remus kept his pace slow so that Severus did not have to hurry to keep up. It was also to prevent the Potions Master from deliberately lagging behind to try and lose him. The werewolf certainly did not want to see anything happen to his reluctant companion, and he was not above using this golden opportunity to spend some time together. Besides, he had promised Poppy and Albus that he would make sure that the other man made it to his room in one piece.
"Let us hope the habit is broken soon," Snape grumbled. "I survived the worst that Voldemort and the Death Eaters could throw at me. It would be humiliating to die at the hands of a student prankster."
"Do not even joke about it Severus," Remus lost his slightly forced amusement at the thought that the man beside him could have died just a few days before. "I do not want to think about it."
Severus stopped in the hall just a short distance from the entrance to his room, which was covered by a painting of a field of red poppies with a pretty young blond girl in a blue dress lounging among the blossoms. When she saw Snape's condition a look of concern crossed her face, but she remained silent as Severus turned and spoke to the man behind him. "Lupin, what is it that you want from me?"
Remus Lupin looked at the black haired man for a long time, he had not intended to say anything yet for fear that the Slytherin would become defensive and hide behind his mask of indifference. He had hoped to give Severus time to at least tolerate his presence before letting him know of his intentions.
"First, I would like you to call me Remus," he said hopefully. "But what I really want is to be your friend." He wanted to be much more then that, but as they say, you had to crawl before you could walk.
"I do not have friends," countered Severus.
"You will not admit that you do. Albus is your friend, as well as Hagrid, Pomona, Fillius, Poppy..."
"Hagrid was sitting by my bedside until Poppy threw him out the morning I was injured," Snape noted almost to himself. He had woken because of the pain at roughly five in the morning and found himself looking into the concerned bearded face. The groundskeeper had quickly fetched him some pain potion, and then simple watched him drift back into sleep. "Won't let nobody hurt yeh," the deep voice had assured him. Strangely, he had felt completely safe under the watchful eyes of the gentle half-giant.
"Had I known what had happened, I would have been there beside him."
"The room would have been rather crowded," said Snape dryly.
"But it is nice to know that people care," said Remus. "It would not take much for you to have real friends you know? You really should try it at least once. Who knows, you might like it?" He smiled. "I play a mean game of chess, you know? And more importantly I have a bottle of twelve year old scotch."
Severus continued his usual scowl for a moment, and then the expression changed to a neutral blank expression. "Good scotch?"
"Very."
"Tempting, but sadly I will be using some very strong pain medication for the next few days," confessed the Slytherin. Those potions meant no alcohol.
"According to Poppy, you should be done with the medication by Friday," Lupin said hopefully. He had asked her for a complete update on Severus' condition as soon as he got word of the injury. The Mediwitch had been very happy to fill him in.
"I suppose a game of chess Friday night would be acceptable."
Remus wanted to jump for joy, but settled for a grin. "Seven o'clock?
"Agreed." Snape used the cane to limp the rest of the way to his door. "Bring the scotch."
"Of course," the werewolf laughed and with a nod of his head turned to go. He felt almost lightheaded. He had a date with Severus Snape!
Snape sighed, wondering what had possessed him to agree to this insanity? He was going to play chess with Remus Lupin. He was actually going to allow one of the Marauders into his private room and been civil to him.
He must be getting senile.
It was not that Severus was paranoid, but right now it seemed that someone really was out to get him. Which is why the Slytherin waited until the other wizard had disappeared around the corner before he leaned towards the portrait,"Fluffy Bunnies," he whispered as the girl chuckled.
No one would ever guess that password.
Unbeknownst to the Potions Master he was not being paranoid enough because there was someone nearby. Someone very interested in Snape's password.
Someone that thought the Slytherin was getting above himself and needed to be put in his place.
---
Harry was nearly hysterical as he pleaded with his friend in the dark of the Gryffindor common room.
"You have to stop this! Please, you have gone too far already. Leave and let this die down. If no one tries to do anything to Snape for a few months everyone will forget about it!" Harry was not sure that this was true, but he wanted to believe it.
"Leave? Like Hell I will! Remus is losing his mind. I saw him; he walked Snape to his rooms. He was mooning over the git like some lovesick schoolgirl! It was disgusting! All that was missing was a goodnight kiss!"
"You think that Remus and Snape are..." Harry felt sick.
"Not yet." The shadowy figure stared into the fire. "But they could be. Snape is probably desperate. It is not like he has been laid in the past decade," he snarled, but then there was a long pause. "Wait, I have it, Harry. This is perfect. I am going to show Remus and everyone else what Snape really is. Everyone knows that he was Malfoy's bed warmer for years, nothing but a whore!"
"Please, no more. Leave Snape alone!" Harry gasped with an air of desperation.
"I will prove to Remus and everyone else in this castle that Snape is nothing but a whimpering, pathetic bitch; my bitch. I will make him unacceptable to everyone, even the other Slytherin." With that the dark form disappeared into the shadows.
Harry sat heavily on the old couch, drew his knees up to his chest and began to rock back and forth. He had to do something. No matter what a pain in the arse Snape had been to him in the past, he did not deserve to suffer any more.
He should tell someone, he really should. But if he told anyone what was happening, his friend could end up in St. Mungo's, or maybe even sent to Azkaban. No, Harry could not tell anyone. He would have to find a way to stop this on his own.
---
Just past midnight on Wednesday morning, before the painting that covered Snape's door. "Fluffy Bunnies," the voice whispered in a fair imitation of Snape from beneath the invisibility cloak. "Sure, Professor." The sleepy girl lay on a thick quilt, her face turned away from the front of the canvas, she lifted her arm and gave a half-hearted wave without turning over as the tall frame swung open.
He was almost trembling with anticipation. Now there was nothing that stood in the way of his ultimate revenge against that greasy bastard Severus Snape.
tbc