Against His Nature
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
Chapters:
52
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85,315
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600
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Currently Reading:
4
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Purple Hell
CHAPTER 5
“I’m only asking you to watch out for him.”
“I can’t be held responsible for his actions once his instincts kick in.”
“Indeed not but I would feel better if you who knows what he will be going through kept an eye on him.”
“This is ludicrous. If he reaches the cycle before finding his mate you have no way of preventing him from seeking out a victim.”
“Yes, but I have faith in him to control himself.”
“He will suffer unnecessarily if you force him to do this.”
“And he will be killed if I do not force him to….”
“……………Very well I will watch to see that he doesn’t maim any of the students but beyond that the consequences are yours to bear.”
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Harry sighed as he watched Ginny sit plaiting her hair in front of him. They were supposed to be completing their homework but Harry hadn’t seen Ginny write a single word on her parchment for the last hour. The red head was too busy preening and whispering to her friend sitting next to her. They’d been at school for almost three weeks and Harry was beginning to tire of watching everyone around him fawn over each other. Harry was sure dating hadn’t been such a big thing last year, but he supposed perhaps it was only because he had a girlfriend now that he was noticing other couples. Harry had hardly seen Hermione and Ron, the couple rarely apart. Not that Harry wasn’t pleased for his best friends; he was just feeling a little lonely.
With a sigh Harry closed his books and began packing his things back into his school bag.
“Where are you going Harry?” Ginny inquired quickly as she watched Harry get ready to leave. Harry restrained himself from rolling his eyes at the red heads comment. He’d spent the last three weeks explaining where he’d been and what he’d done to the young witch, so much so that Harry had just begun to start lying so that he didn’t have to explain much to her.
“To the dorm.” Harry shrugged casually has he slung his bag over his shoulder and headed for the exit of the library. Ginny was on his tail immediately having collected her own books in a messy pile under her arm.
“I’ll come with you then.” Harry signed inwardly as Ginny fell into step beside him as the passed through the corridors. Gryffindor’s common room was empty when they arrived, most students still making the most of their free time after dinner before returning to their houses. Alone in the common room Harry dropped his things by the stairs leading to the seventh years dormitory and flopped down on the couch in front of the fireplace. Ginny hovered cautiously by the door her books still tucked under her arm.
“Harry?” Harry glanced across at Ginny who was shifting nervously on her feet her eyes staring hopefully at him. Harry nodded his head in indication he was listening, as he kicked off his shoes and tucked his feet up under him. “I thought maybe we could,” Ginny paused a pink stain coloring the apples of her cheeks as she giggled nervously.
“Could what?” Harry grumbled already losing his patience with the witch who had a habit of giggling girlishly when put in an awkward situation.
“You know, make out.” Ginny trailed off as she stared at Harry expectantly. Harry was stunned that Ginny had been so forward and wondered if all girls asked for that sort of thing.
“We just did.” Harry muttered awkwardly remembering the brief kiss they’d shared in a secluded section of books in the library. Ginny tutted loudly and rolled her eyes, before dumping her books on the coffee table and slumping down on the couch beside Harry.
“A kiss on the cheek doesn’t count as making out Harry.” Harry bit his lip in embarrassment as Ginny flicked her hair back behind her ears and leaned in closer to him. All they had done since getting together was briefly kiss one another and hold hands. Harry had thought that was what was expected of him, especially in public where anyone could watch. Harry wasn’t an exhibitionist and certainly wasn’t going to become one anytime soon. “A proper kiss has tongue.” Ginny snapped as she pulled herself up and slung a leg across Harry’s lap so that she was sitting comfortably a top of him. Harry shifted uncomfortably beneath the red heads intent stare, her green eyes unnervingly determined.
“What if someone walks in?” Harry breathed out heavily as Ginny reached for his hands, bringing one up to rest on her waist and the other to cup her delicate breast. Harry had never felt a breast before and stared at his hand that rested feather light atop of the girl before him. Ginny roller her eyes again and shook her head as she leaned in to kiss Harry’s chin.
“So what if they do? We’re a recognized couple now and we’re allowed to make out, in fact if people don’t start seeing something more than just polite friendship between us they’re going to assume we’re frigid or something.” Harry sighed heavily as Ginny nuzzled his neck softly her red curls tickling his nose. “If you don’t know what to do Harry, it’s okay because I can show you. It’ll be fun I promise you.” Ginny pulled back a little to smile at Harry, who at length nodded his head in agreement despite the niggling part of his brain that hadn’t liked what he’d heard just now. ‘A recognized couple’ wasn’t exactly the terminology Harry would have used to describe their relationship; it sounded like something out of a textbook. Before Harry could ponder anymore Ginny had leaned in and pressed a firm kiss to his lips, her tongue flicking over Harry’s coaxing him to part his lips and allow her access. Harry did so obediently, and having resigned himself to the fact he wasn’t going to get out of this, closed his eyes and relaxed into the couch to enjoy his first real French kiss.
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Teetering dangerously on his uncooperative legs Severus struggled to drag himself into the bathroom. His breathing was labored and sweat dripped from his forehead and rolled down the slop of his nose to drop onto the front of his already soaking wet robes. The thumping of his heart echoed in his ears so loud he could hear nothing else. Slumping heavily against the sink he struggled to keep himself up right as his vision swam and his body began to shake and tremble. He stared longingly at the bottle of violet colored potion that sat on the sink just below the mirror. For 25 years he’d routinely sipped from the bottle every morning and night, the acrid taste of liquorish mixed with radish almost comforting in its foulness. It was coming up to the forth-straight week since he’d last taken a sip and withdrawal had begun to set in. His nature so long repressed had begun to work it’s way through what remained of the potion built up in his system and he was fighting every urge his body demanded but he was slowly losing the war.
Glancing up at his reflection in the mirror Snape was horrified to see what he had become. He face was ashen, his shoulder length hair a wet mess stuck to his head and face. His once dark obsidian eyes had begun to turn back to the blue he’d been born with. Carefully he ran his tongue along his teeth wincing a little as the sharpening incisors sliced it open. The tangy metallic flavor of blood filled his mouth and he groaned in pain as his stomach contracted and had him doubled over in an instant. Shaking he was disgusted to find himself automatically reaching for the purple potion on the sink. Forcing himself upright Snape uncorked the bottle and with strangled cry of anguish tipped the entire contents of it down the drain.
After watching the swirl of liquid finally disappear Snape pulled himself out of the bathroom and into his small comfortable living room. Grabbing his thick hooded death eater robe from the concealed wardrobe Snape flung it about his shoulders. He needed to get out, he needed the freedom to run and he needed time to let nature take its course without constant agonizing reminders of what the Ministry was forcing him to do.
Stumbling like a drunk Snape made his way from his rooms through the deserted corridors of the school, still breathing heavily and shaking like a leaf. It was far too late at night for anyone to be out of bed and so he made it unseen out of the doors. The icy cold wind that blew up from the lake cooled his flaming skin almost instantly as he pulled up his hood and stumbled down along the path. Refreshed by the cool outdoors and the freedom it provided he began to run zigzagging dangerously close to falling over as his disorientation still clouded his vision. Once at speed it was easy to let go and with an open mouthed but silent scream of pain he swept himself up into the night air and disappeared with a whoosh of air.
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Harry watched from the window as the figure ran into the night, their cloak flapping around them. Harry’s eyes widened impossibly as in the blink of an eye the figure leapt into the air the cloak transforming into black velvet wings as they took to the sky and disappeared behind a cloud. Not half a second later another figure appeared from the door, this one similarly dressed in a hooded cloak to hide their identity. Unlike the first this person ran straighter and more quickly, unlike the stumbling stagger of the first. Like before the second figure leap into the air and with a flash turned into a bat that followed the first into the clouds. Harry stared at the clouds for a long moment hoping to catch a glimpse of the two bats but they were long gone and Harry was left to wonder who on earth it had been. With a heavy sigh Harry turned back to the common room, to stare at the couch where only a few hours before he’d ‘made out’ with Ginny. The experience had been not quite what he’d expected, and despite the momentary thrill it left him feeling rather flat. He hadn’t slept at all. The two words Ginny had mentioned rotating in his mind continually as he tried to piece together why she would sat something like that. ‘A Recognized Couple’, there was something fishy about it, the words would have sounded better coming from Hermione but even she referred to Ron and Her as boyfriend and girlfriend. The thought puzzled Harry and he was rapidly beginning to get a headache. With a sigh he returned to his dormitory and after a cursory glance out of his window to look for the bats climbed into bed and closed his eyes in an attempt to find rest.
TBC>>>>>
A/N Well here's another installment just a tantelising sneak view into Severus' world, and just enough to keep you coming back for more....at least I hope. Thanks to all the reviews, I'm glad to see you're still enjoying my fiction.
CHeers
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“I’m only asking you to watch out for him.”
“I can’t be held responsible for his actions once his instincts kick in.”
“Indeed not but I would feel better if you who knows what he will be going through kept an eye on him.”
“This is ludicrous. If he reaches the cycle before finding his mate you have no way of preventing him from seeking out a victim.”
“Yes, but I have faith in him to control himself.”
“He will suffer unnecessarily if you force him to do this.”
“And he will be killed if I do not force him to….”
“……………Very well I will watch to see that he doesn’t maim any of the students but beyond that the consequences are yours to bear.”
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Harry sighed as he watched Ginny sit plaiting her hair in front of him. They were supposed to be completing their homework but Harry hadn’t seen Ginny write a single word on her parchment for the last hour. The red head was too busy preening and whispering to her friend sitting next to her. They’d been at school for almost three weeks and Harry was beginning to tire of watching everyone around him fawn over each other. Harry was sure dating hadn’t been such a big thing last year, but he supposed perhaps it was only because he had a girlfriend now that he was noticing other couples. Harry had hardly seen Hermione and Ron, the couple rarely apart. Not that Harry wasn’t pleased for his best friends; he was just feeling a little lonely.
With a sigh Harry closed his books and began packing his things back into his school bag.
“Where are you going Harry?” Ginny inquired quickly as she watched Harry get ready to leave. Harry restrained himself from rolling his eyes at the red heads comment. He’d spent the last three weeks explaining where he’d been and what he’d done to the young witch, so much so that Harry had just begun to start lying so that he didn’t have to explain much to her.
“To the dorm.” Harry shrugged casually has he slung his bag over his shoulder and headed for the exit of the library. Ginny was on his tail immediately having collected her own books in a messy pile under her arm.
“I’ll come with you then.” Harry signed inwardly as Ginny fell into step beside him as the passed through the corridors. Gryffindor’s common room was empty when they arrived, most students still making the most of their free time after dinner before returning to their houses. Alone in the common room Harry dropped his things by the stairs leading to the seventh years dormitory and flopped down on the couch in front of the fireplace. Ginny hovered cautiously by the door her books still tucked under her arm.
“Harry?” Harry glanced across at Ginny who was shifting nervously on her feet her eyes staring hopefully at him. Harry nodded his head in indication he was listening, as he kicked off his shoes and tucked his feet up under him. “I thought maybe we could,” Ginny paused a pink stain coloring the apples of her cheeks as she giggled nervously.
“Could what?” Harry grumbled already losing his patience with the witch who had a habit of giggling girlishly when put in an awkward situation.
“You know, make out.” Ginny trailed off as she stared at Harry expectantly. Harry was stunned that Ginny had been so forward and wondered if all girls asked for that sort of thing.
“We just did.” Harry muttered awkwardly remembering the brief kiss they’d shared in a secluded section of books in the library. Ginny tutted loudly and rolled her eyes, before dumping her books on the coffee table and slumping down on the couch beside Harry.
“A kiss on the cheek doesn’t count as making out Harry.” Harry bit his lip in embarrassment as Ginny flicked her hair back behind her ears and leaned in closer to him. All they had done since getting together was briefly kiss one another and hold hands. Harry had thought that was what was expected of him, especially in public where anyone could watch. Harry wasn’t an exhibitionist and certainly wasn’t going to become one anytime soon. “A proper kiss has tongue.” Ginny snapped as she pulled herself up and slung a leg across Harry’s lap so that she was sitting comfortably a top of him. Harry shifted uncomfortably beneath the red heads intent stare, her green eyes unnervingly determined.
“What if someone walks in?” Harry breathed out heavily as Ginny reached for his hands, bringing one up to rest on her waist and the other to cup her delicate breast. Harry had never felt a breast before and stared at his hand that rested feather light atop of the girl before him. Ginny roller her eyes again and shook her head as she leaned in to kiss Harry’s chin.
“So what if they do? We’re a recognized couple now and we’re allowed to make out, in fact if people don’t start seeing something more than just polite friendship between us they’re going to assume we’re frigid or something.” Harry sighed heavily as Ginny nuzzled his neck softly her red curls tickling his nose. “If you don’t know what to do Harry, it’s okay because I can show you. It’ll be fun I promise you.” Ginny pulled back a little to smile at Harry, who at length nodded his head in agreement despite the niggling part of his brain that hadn’t liked what he’d heard just now. ‘A recognized couple’ wasn’t exactly the terminology Harry would have used to describe their relationship; it sounded like something out of a textbook. Before Harry could ponder anymore Ginny had leaned in and pressed a firm kiss to his lips, her tongue flicking over Harry’s coaxing him to part his lips and allow her access. Harry did so obediently, and having resigned himself to the fact he wasn’t going to get out of this, closed his eyes and relaxed into the couch to enjoy his first real French kiss.
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Teetering dangerously on his uncooperative legs Severus struggled to drag himself into the bathroom. His breathing was labored and sweat dripped from his forehead and rolled down the slop of his nose to drop onto the front of his already soaking wet robes. The thumping of his heart echoed in his ears so loud he could hear nothing else. Slumping heavily against the sink he struggled to keep himself up right as his vision swam and his body began to shake and tremble. He stared longingly at the bottle of violet colored potion that sat on the sink just below the mirror. For 25 years he’d routinely sipped from the bottle every morning and night, the acrid taste of liquorish mixed with radish almost comforting in its foulness. It was coming up to the forth-straight week since he’d last taken a sip and withdrawal had begun to set in. His nature so long repressed had begun to work it’s way through what remained of the potion built up in his system and he was fighting every urge his body demanded but he was slowly losing the war.
Glancing up at his reflection in the mirror Snape was horrified to see what he had become. He face was ashen, his shoulder length hair a wet mess stuck to his head and face. His once dark obsidian eyes had begun to turn back to the blue he’d been born with. Carefully he ran his tongue along his teeth wincing a little as the sharpening incisors sliced it open. The tangy metallic flavor of blood filled his mouth and he groaned in pain as his stomach contracted and had him doubled over in an instant. Shaking he was disgusted to find himself automatically reaching for the purple potion on the sink. Forcing himself upright Snape uncorked the bottle and with strangled cry of anguish tipped the entire contents of it down the drain.
After watching the swirl of liquid finally disappear Snape pulled himself out of the bathroom and into his small comfortable living room. Grabbing his thick hooded death eater robe from the concealed wardrobe Snape flung it about his shoulders. He needed to get out, he needed the freedom to run and he needed time to let nature take its course without constant agonizing reminders of what the Ministry was forcing him to do.
Stumbling like a drunk Snape made his way from his rooms through the deserted corridors of the school, still breathing heavily and shaking like a leaf. It was far too late at night for anyone to be out of bed and so he made it unseen out of the doors. The icy cold wind that blew up from the lake cooled his flaming skin almost instantly as he pulled up his hood and stumbled down along the path. Refreshed by the cool outdoors and the freedom it provided he began to run zigzagging dangerously close to falling over as his disorientation still clouded his vision. Once at speed it was easy to let go and with an open mouthed but silent scream of pain he swept himself up into the night air and disappeared with a whoosh of air.
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Harry watched from the window as the figure ran into the night, their cloak flapping around them. Harry’s eyes widened impossibly as in the blink of an eye the figure leapt into the air the cloak transforming into black velvet wings as they took to the sky and disappeared behind a cloud. Not half a second later another figure appeared from the door, this one similarly dressed in a hooded cloak to hide their identity. Unlike the first this person ran straighter and more quickly, unlike the stumbling stagger of the first. Like before the second figure leap into the air and with a flash turned into a bat that followed the first into the clouds. Harry stared at the clouds for a long moment hoping to catch a glimpse of the two bats but they were long gone and Harry was left to wonder who on earth it had been. With a heavy sigh Harry turned back to the common room, to stare at the couch where only a few hours before he’d ‘made out’ with Ginny. The experience had been not quite what he’d expected, and despite the momentary thrill it left him feeling rather flat. He hadn’t slept at all. The two words Ginny had mentioned rotating in his mind continually as he tried to piece together why she would sat something like that. ‘A Recognized Couple’, there was something fishy about it, the words would have sounded better coming from Hermione but even she referred to Ron and Her as boyfriend and girlfriend. The thought puzzled Harry and he was rapidly beginning to get a headache. With a sigh he returned to his dormitory and after a cursory glance out of his window to look for the bats climbed into bed and closed his eyes in an attempt to find rest.
TBC>>>>>
A/N Well here's another installment just a tantelising sneak view into Severus' world, and just enough to keep you coming back for more....at least I hope. Thanks to all the reviews, I'm glad to see you're still enjoying my fiction.
CHeers
RIFFRAFF