Deligo Sanguis

Chapter Six

Getting to Know You

ONE

Severus was not in a good mood. Airy had insisted on staying for his entire visit with Harry and had raised her eyebrows disapprovingly when Severus had suggested they practice Legilimency. After Harry had gone she’d said, “You know, teaching him Legilimency isn’t the best way to build a relationship.”

She’d left without even giving Severus a proper amount of time to retort.

Severus’ mood wasn’t due to what she’d said, no, he was in a bad mood because he knew that she was right. Damn her. He frowned as he marked out an entire paragraph on some unsuspecting Hufflepuff’s paper, writing a scathing remark next to it. He smirked in satisfaction as he looked at the marring red line on the parchment. Hufflepuff torture always made him feel better. He continued through the essay, slaughtering everything he came across and scribbled a large ‘D’ at the top when he was finished. Feeling much better than when he’d started, he went to shower before turning in for the night. Severus watched the next night as Harry flew through his homework assignments, not asking any questions at all. As Harry closed his book, rolled up his latest essay, and reached for another book, Severus interrupted him.

“Come here, Harry,” he said

Harry gave him a very curious look. “Is something wrong, sir?” he asked. Severus couldn’t help but notice that Harry tended to avoid calling him by his name. Sometimes it couldn’t be helped, but most times Harry referred to him as ‘sir’.

“I just want to talk,” Severus replied. “Come here.”

Harry frowned before putting his things away and moving to sit with Severus in front of his desk. “Yes, sir?” he asked once he was seated.

“Don’t look so nervous, Harry,” Severus said. “I just want to chat.”

“What about?”

“You. I seem to notice that, for all the time we spend together, I know next to nothing about you.”

“What d’you want to know?”

Severus sat back in his chair, regarding Harry quietly for a moment. “Well, what about girls?”

“What about them?”

Severus had to forcibly keep himself from scowling. The boy was being deliberately obtuse. “Are you involved with any?” he asked at last.

“No.”

“Have you ever been?” Severus found it difficult to believe that a boy like Harry, who was handsome, famous, modest, and a plethora of other things, would have trouble finding a girl to date.

“Yeah, I was seeing Cho for a little while,” Harry replied.

“Chang?” Severus asked, surprised. “That little tart from Ravenclaw?”

Harry chuckled lightly. “Yeah, that little tart from Ravenclaw.”

“What happened with that?”

“Oh, well Cho was still kind of… mourning about Cedric. I took her to Hogsmeade for Valentine’s Day last year, our first date, you know? Well, Hermione had asked me that morning to meet her at the Three Broomsticks around lunchtime, but she didn’t say why. She told me to bring Cho along, but when I mentioned it, Cho blew up at me.”

Severus chuckled lightly. “Go on,” he said when Harry scowled darkly at him.

“Well, she started talking about Cedric. She wanted to know if he’d mentioned her before he died. I didn’t much feel like talking about him and what happened the night he died and then she said that she’d needed to talk about it, and that I should need the same thing. She stormed out of the tea shop after that.”

“Valentine’s Day,” Severus said. “Wasn’t that the day you did that interview with Rita Skeeter for The Quibbler?”

“Er, yeah,” Harry replied, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “That was why Hermione wanted me to meet her, actually. She’d made a… deal with Rita to do the interview, except I didn’t know about it until I got there. When that interview came out, Cho apologized for being such a flake, but we didn’t get back together.”

“She called herself a flake, did she?” Severus asked amused.

“Well, not in so many words,” Harry replied. “That’s what she meant though.”

“Aren’t there any other girls in Hogwarts you have your eye on?”

“Not really. I’m not much interested in dating right now.”

“Why not?”

“There’s too much going on right now for me to think about that. I’ll worry about dating when I’m sure that the world isn’t going to end.”

Severus was silent, watching Harry quietly, wondering just what that boy thought about on a day-to-day basis. He was certain that it wasn’t about girls or his homework.

“What about you?” Harry asked, braking into Severus’ musing.

“What about me?”

“Are there any women in your life?” Harry asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“No,” Severus replied. “I haven’t been with anyone since your mother.”

Harry sobered considerably. “When did you decide that you wanted to go out with her?” he asked gently.

Severus thought carefully, determined to remember every detail perfectly. “She asked me, actually.”

“Really?”

Severus chuckled at the memory of it. “Yes. She came up to me during break just after the beginning of our seventh year and said, ‘Severus Snape, I know you like me, and I like you back! If you don’t ask me out soon, I’m just going to have to find someone with a little more guts!’ She stormed away from me without even waiting for my reply, and me, sitting on the grass under that oak by the lake, staring after her incredulously. I asked her to go into Hogsmeade with me the very next day.”

“What about Airy? How long have you known her?”

“Airy was in my year, right along with Lily and the rest. She was in Ravenclaw as well, Lily’s best friend in the world. You couldn’t be friends with Lily without also being friends with Airy. She was much the same then as she is now, talking a million words a minute with high ideals and little concern for rules. She and I became rather close because, while she was wonderful at every other subject, she was terrible in Defense. I tutored her while Lily tutored me in Transfiguration.”

“That was her best subject, right?” Harry asked eagerly. Severus had never thought about it before, but now he realized that Harry didn’t have many people who could tell him stories about his mother.

“Yes, that and Charms. She was much like your friend Miss Granger.”

“You mean she could learn to do a spell in one lesson?”

Severus nodded. “Very much so. She was good at everything and she made it a point to help people who couldn’t grasp things as easily as she could. She had an amazing memory as well. She could read something in a book once and remember it word for word a month later.”

“Hermione does that,” Harry muttered.

Severus fell into silence, his reminiscent smile slipping off of his face as his loneliness returned full force.

“You really did love her, didn’t you?” Harry asked softly, a note of awe entering his voice.

“Very much,” Severus replied, tilting his chair back a little and staring at the ceiling. “Very much,” he repeated quietly, remembering Lily’s bright smile and her vibrant eyes. Looking back at his son, he saw those very eyes watching him sadly.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean—“

“Nonsense,” Severus waved him off. “It’s good for you to hear about your mother, and there are very few people who can tell you. I like remembering her this way.”

A very small smile touched Harry’s lips, but it was enough; it reached his eyes, if only for a moment.

“How did you meet?” Harry asked after a moment.

“On the platform, waiting to get on the train,” Severus replied. “My parents were lecturing me about staying away from ‘Mudbloods’ and ‘filth’, and cautioning me to keep my nose clean and not let on how much Dark Magic I already knew. They told me that I had to bring honor to the Snape name… you know, all of that pureblood nonsense. I got distracted while they were speaking with me because I saw Lily pass by, all alone and looking quite nervous. I knew at once that she was Muggleborn, but she was so beautiful, even at eleven. I wanted to know her, but I knew that my parents would be angry if I did.

“When I got on the train, it was almost eleven o’clock, so most of the compartments were already full. I kept looking until I’d reached almost the very back of the last car and opened the door to have a peek. Lily was sitting there by herself, looking out of the window wistfully, a tiny little owl clutched in her hand. I asked her if I could sit with her and she agreed.”

“So you didn’t mind that she was Muggleborn?” Harry asked.

“I didn’t mind, no, but I knew my parents would skin me alive if they found out. I made it a point not to speak to her unless absolutely necessary. She, on the other hand, made it a point to become my friend. It was about half way through our second year when she finally lost her patience with me.

“ ‘You’re not what you’re pretending to be,’ she said to me, with that impatient air that is so unique to women.”

Harry snorted his agreement.

Severus favored him with an indulgent smile and went on. “ ‘What would you know about it, Mudblood?’ I asked her. Her eyes became fierce and she slapped me, hard. I couldn’t believe that she’d done that. I stared at her in utter shock for a long time.

“ ‘I’m tired of you behaving like a complete idiot,’ she informed me, crossing her arms over her chest. It amazes me how well I remember that conversation. Anyway, after she hit me, she said, ‘I happen to know for a fact that you’re a decent human being under there, even if you insist on pretending that you’re scum. From this moment on, you’re going to be civilized around me, and we are going to get along, do you understand?’ Needless to say, I was rather taken aback, but in the end, I did what she asked.

“I started seeking her out for homework help and such, even though I really didn’t need it much, except perhaps in Transfiguration, by far my worst subject. Naturally, I had to make sure that the rest of the school didn’t find out about my budding relationship with Lily, because if they did it would surely have gotten back to my parents. I have no doubt that they would have pulled me out of Hogwarts in a heartbeat if they’d thought that I was making friends with Muggleborns. I explained things to her, and was rather surprised when she understood. She said she had a few friends in Gryffindor who could help us cover our friendship.

“I was very reluctant to allow James and his friends to help us, as we had been on the wrong side of each other since the first moment we met. Lily arranged for us to meet her in the Room of Requirement, and we came to an understanding, though Lily tried vainly to make them stop calling me ‘Snivellus’. I never much liked James and his bunch, but I was grateful, to a degree, for what they were doing for us. I was rather jealous of James’ relationship with Lily, which he could flaunt openly through the school while I had to hide in the shadows, but Lily assured me that she was no closer to him than she was to me. By the end or our career at Hogwarts, I considered James and the rest of them to be my allies. Lily and I had plans to marry, but Albus approached me two years after we’d all graduated and asked me to join the Death Eaters and become his spy. He said that our side was in desperate need of inside information if we wanted to even have a chance to defeat the Dark Lord. He convinced me that in order to protect Lily, I had to leave her. When I told her what was happening, I tried my best to explain things clearly and to let her know that I would return for her after the war was over, but now I think perhaps she
didn’t understand. I never knew she was pregnant. When she married James, a mere two weeks after I’d left her, I felt as though she’d betrayed me. In my mind, I concocted a scenario in which she and James had been fooling around behind my back for years. It was the only explanation that made any sense to me.”

“And that’s why you hated me so much from the start,” Harry said, staring at Snape with wide, innocent eyes. “You thought that I was James’ son, the result of Lily’s affair with him. I was the ultimate betrayal.”

Severus felt saddened that Harry could understand it so easily at sixteen. It simply wasn’t fair that the boy had had to grow up so fast. He nodded in response to Harry’s question.

“That’s deep,” Harry muttered.

“Now you know my life story,” Severus said. “Tell me how you became friends with the insufferable duo of Granger and Weasley.”

“Well,” Harry said, somewhat nervously in Severus’ opinion. “I never really had any friends before I came to Hogwarts.”

“Why ever not?” Severus asked.

“Oh, well, my cousin Dudley didn’t much like me. He was something of a bully, so all the other kids were afraid to talk to me in case Dudley decided to beat them up for it. Anyway, when I was on the train, Ron came to sit with me. We started talking and we were friends pretty much right away.”

“And what about Miss Granger?”

“Ron and I didn’t much like Hermione when we first met her. We thought the same thing you did; she was an ‘insufferable know-it-all’, as you put it. Ron had said something bad about her on Hallowe’en and she heard him say it. We didn’t see her for the rest of the day, and that night at the feast, we heard Parvati saying that Hermione’d been in the loo crying all afternoon. When Quirrell came and said there was a troll in the dungeon, we started to follow the rest of the Gryffindors to the Tower, but then I remembered that Hermione didn’t know about the troll, so Ron and I went looking for her.

“After she lied to you and Professor McGonagall about going to find the troll, solely to get us out of trouble, she became part of the group. I mean, how can you dislike someone who got you out of trouble that way?”

“So she didn’t go looking for the troll after all,” Severus mused. “I always thought that was a dodgy story.”

Harry chuckled. “Ron and I couldn’t believe she’d told a downright lie to three teachers. It was amazing. She was more lax about breaking rules after that, though. I think Ron and I had a bad influence on her.”

“Indeed,” Severus agreed. “I assume she was the one who set my robes on fire at the Quidditch match?”

Harry blushed just a bit. “Well, she thought you were jinxing my broom,” he defended. “Luckily, she knocked Quirrell over in her rush to get to you.”

“Now I see why she went to Gryffindor instead of Ravenclaw. I’ve always wondered about that.” Harry smiled again.

As Severus said good night to his son, some time later, he felt that he’d accomplished something. He’d gotten Harry to smile twice, and both smiles had reached those emerald eyes. Severus was hard pressed to remember the last time he’d seen a real smile on that child’s face.

TWO

Harry felt considerably warmer toward Snape after their long conversation. He understood now, that it was just as difficult for Snape as it was for him and it made him think of the man more as a human being. He smiled, remembering bits of the conversation, particularly the parts where Snape had been speaking of his mother in such a reverent tone, as though he considered her something of a deity.

“You look in a good mood,” Ron commented when Harry entered the common room. He must have been waiting for Harry to get back because it was well past midnight.

Harry scowled darkly at his friend and moved up the stairs without so much as a word. He thought as he fell asleep ‘Perhaps there’s hope for us yet. He’s really not so bad, Snape.’

THREE

Harry had a new outlook. It was rather amazing what you could learn about a person in just one conversation. He never thought that he’d actually find himself feeling something other than loathing for Snape, but now he found that he was starting to like the man. Granted, he still didn’t see him as a father figure, but he was one step closer.

Malfoy was still watching him like a hawk, and Harry thought perhaps he should get to know that Slytherin too. After all, he disliked Malfoy based solely on one event. Well, several events that strongly resembled that first, actually, but he thought perhaps none of the subsequent events would have occurred without that first one. Maybe Malfoy was more than just a great shag. Of course, he doubted it, but it didn’t hurt to find out. It wasn’t like he’d be disappointed if Malfoy turned out to be just as stupid as he presented himself. He decided that if Malfoy wanted another meeting, he’d just go ahead and give him one.

FOUR

“Harry, I’m sorry, but I have an emergency to deal with,” Snape said as he ushered Harry into his quarters. “You’ll just have to do your homework tonight.”

“Yes sir,” Harry replied, watching Snape disappear through a door, which he’d informed Harry led to his private potions lab, though he’d forbidden Harry from going in there. Snape left the door open a crack, just in case Harry needed him, but Harry felt he could do his homework fine on his own. All of the meditation Snape had taught him made it easier for him to concentrate in his classes, which in turn made it easier to understand the material. After about two hours, he’d run out of work to do. He moved to the slightly opened door of Snape’s lab and entered quietly to find Snape stirring a potion slowly, a look of distress upon his face.

“Sir?” Harry asked hesitantly.

“Yes, Harry?” Snape replied, not looking away from his brewing.

“I’m done with my homework,” Harry informed him. “I’ll just head back up to Gryffindor now.”

“Have a good night, Harry,” Snape said.

“You too, sir,” Harry muttered. He left the room quietly, not wanting to disrupt Snape from his brewing. Whatever was going on, it seemed fairly important. He walked purposefully near the left wall of the corridor, knowing that Malfoy would be waiting for him to pass, hoping he passed close enough to pull into the room. He didn’t know why he’d been avoiding Malfoy like the plague since their little tryst, but he felt that it was time to give the blonde what he wanted… in return for something of course. So it wasn’t with any surprise that he found himself being pulled into the old, dusty unused classroom once again.

Malfoy didn’t even wait for him to get his bearings; as soon as the door closed, Malfoy pounced, crushing their mouths together in a searing kiss. Harry responded briefly before pushing Malfoy away from him.

“Do you realize, Malfoy,” Harry said without giving the blonde a chance to protest, “that we know next to nothing about one another?”

“So what?” Malfoy asked, sounding rather put out. “What does that have to do with shagging?”

Harry rolled his eyes in exasperation. “You really have no depth, do you?” he said.

“Not really,” Malfoy replied with a shrug. “I just want to fuck you into the floor.”

Harry’s eyebrow went up. “You can just get that idea out of your head right now,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because you’re not fucking me until I know more about you.”

“Well, I must say this was a bloody waste of my time.”

“I never said anything about not fucking you.”

“What the bloody difference is there?”

“It makes a difference to me.” Harry didn’t care one way or the other, but he felt that this was his trump card. Besides, he liked the idea of dominating the insufferable git. Without further ado, he jumped Malfoy, pinning him to the wall and treating his robes to the same treatment they’d gotten in their last encounter. He’d been studying Dudley’s book and he’d decided that he was going to try a few tricks he’d read in the chapter Oral Sex: Popsicles and Penises. He’d been wondering for a while now what a penis would feel like in his mouth. Since Malfoy was so obviously willing, Harry decided to find out. Besides, Malfoy’s was such a magnificent specimen of male endowment, how could he resist?

“Spirits, you’re an animal, Potter,” Malfoy grunted as Harry shoved him roughly against the wall.

Harry leaned in close, whispering in Malfoy’s ear, “I’m going to make you beg before this night is over.”

“You wish,” Malfoy rasped.

Harry smirked before biting down on Malfoy’s earlobe, causing the blonde to cry out in surprise. Harry smirked, traveling down Malfoy’s body until he was kneeling between his legs. Harry roughly pulled Malfoy’s hardening penis out straight and held it gently, studying it with the careful eyes of a botany student inspecting some new species of plant life. Slowly, he licked up the underside, along the vein, drawing a moan from Malfoy. He smirked.

He left the erection alone for the time being, kissing and licking the insides of Malfoy’s thighs. He lifted the erection out of his way, and took one of Malfoy’s balls into his mouth, sucking on it carefully, rolling it around in his mouth, before moving on to give the other the same treatment.

“Stop fucking around, Potter,” Malfoy gasped above him.

Harry smirked again, but didn’t speed his pace. He was intent on making Malfoy beg, and he wasn’t going to do anything but tease until he got what he wanted. He suddenly got an idea that nearly made him chuckle with sadistic glee. Let Malfoy believe that Harry wasn’t going to make him beg. He licked up Malfoy’s cock again, this time causing the blonde to tremble slightly, before taking the head into his mouth. He licked around the head for a bit, before tonguing the slit enthusiastically.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Malfoy cried above him, his long tapered fingers tangling in Harry’s hair.

After several minutes of teasing the head of Malfoy’s admittedly delectable cock, Harry suddenly pulled the whole length into his mouth, Malfoy screaming inarticulately above him, the fingers in his hair tightening almost painfully. He sucked as hard as he could while pulling back, using his tongue to massage the underside of the cock his was devouring. Almost at once, he felt the balls he’d been playing with start to draw up, so he removed his hand from them and pushed a finger into Malfoy’s body, finding and rubbing on the prostate as he pulled the erection all the way into his mouth again. Malfoy screamed very loudly, his hips jerking forward as he emptied himself in Harry’s mouth.

FIVE

Draco moaned throatily as he tasted himself on Potter’s tongue, fully aware that Potter wasn’t done with him yet. After all, Potter had mentioned fucking him into the floor, and while that hadn’t been his original plan when he’d pulled Potter into the classroom, it was sounding better and better. He’d never expected Potter to be so damned sadistic, but now that he knew, he liked it.

He was vaguely aware of Potter biting his neck, but the mixed sensations of intense pleasure and subtle pain were driving away his ability to protest. All thoughts of revenge fled quickly when he’d realized that Potter intended to give him a blowjob, and a spectacular blowjob it had been. Draco couldn’t remember ever coming so hard from being sucked off. He moaned loudly as suddenly he felt Potter’s naked flesh pressed tightly against him.

“Fuck me, Potter,” he groaned in Potter’s ear as the Gryffindor levered him over a desk. “Fuck me hard, like last time.”

“You have to say the magic word,” Potter replied, leaning over Draco’s back so that Draco could feel his hard sex.

“I am not going to beg,” Draco growled. Much to his frustration, Potter chuckled in his ear and proceeded to kiss and bite his way down Draco’s back, making the blonde writhe against the uncomfortable wooden desk, barely aware that Potter had magicked it clean at some point.

“I can keep you on the cusp all night if you don’t give me what I want,” Potter whispered huskily in his ear.

“You can’t hold out forever,” Draco replied through his panting.

“No,” Potter agreed readily enough. “But I could just rub myself off on your back. It’s up to you, Malfoy.”

Damn it, Potter was a sadistic bastard. “Just do it,” Draco demanded. He was very annoyed to hear Potter chuckling again.

“You’re such a little whore,” Potter murmured seductively. “Show me what a whore you can be. I know you want it. Just one little word, Malfoy, and I’ll give you what you want.”

Draco couldn’t hold out anymore. “Please,” he moaned in a defeated sort of way, quivering with anticipation. “Please fuck me, Potter.”

“As you wish,” Potter whispered so quietly that Draco almost didn’t hear him. Potter was still leaning over him, and after a moment, he felt two slick fingers enter him, twisting and stretching immediately. They were withdrawn only a moment later and replaced by Potter’s cock, which was already slick with pre-cum and lube. Potter pushed in quickly and brutally, as he’d done last time, and pain and pleasure bloomed in Draco’s body, making him moan deep in his throat. Potter, however, didn’t move at all.

“Move, goddamn you,” Draco ground out, his hands gripping the desk tightly.

Potter, the bastard, chuckled again. “No touching this time, Malfoy,” he said, pushing his hips forward so that he was filling Draco even more than Draco thought possible. “You’re going to come just from feeling me inside you.”

“Fuck,” Draco said, squeezing his eyes closed. “Move already.”

Potter clucked his tongue. “You’re manners are abominable, did you know that?”

“Fucking move!” Draco shouted, pushing his hips back against Potter in an attempt to make him move again.

Potter swatted his behind none too gently. “I’m not going to move until you ask nicely,” he said.

Draco, however, had many tricks in his arsenal to get what he wanted. He began flexing his muscles, massaging Potter’s enormous sex with them. What he didn’t expect was for Potter to grab a handful of his hair and lift his head off the desk.

“Keep doing that if you want me to just leave you here,” Potter growled in his ear. The pain from his scalp was exquisite. He stopped flexing immediately.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to feel Potter pounding into him. “Please,” he nearly sobbed, gripping the edges of the desk more tightly. “Please move. Please, I need you to move. Please.”

“There now,” Potter said, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in with enough force to shake the desk. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” After that, there was no more talking. There was, however, a great deal of pounding as Potter fucked him brutally into the desk.

“Gods, yes!” Draco screamed, Potter’s cock passing over his prostate with each thrust, a symphony of pain and pleasure singing through his body, rocketing him toward an unprecedented climax. Draco was dimly aware of himself screaming at the top of his voice, but most of him was concentrated on the magnificent feeling of Potter taking him, hard and fast, against the desktop. He came with an enormous shout just a few minutes after Potter had started pounding into him, his vision blacking out for a moment from the power of his orgasm, his spunk coating the sides of the desk and floor beneath it. He moaned as he felt Potter empty himself inside of him, but couldn’t so much as move.

“You just have to be bloody perfect at everything, don’t you?” Draco asked, feeling more exhausted and sated than he ever had in his life.

“Not everything,” Potter replied, removing himself from Draco’s body and moving to his pile of clothes in the corner. He muttered a cleaning spell and quickly got dressed, moving to the door silently.

“I never took you for such a complete arsehole, Potter,” Draco muttered, standing up, feeling rather sore, but very satisfied.

Potter froze with his hand on the doorknob. He muttered a string of spells, after which Draco found himself cleaned and dressed, his robes mended perfectly. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Potter disappeared through the door. Draco stared in amazement, wondering just what the hell Potter thought he was playing at. Moving slowly due to his aching body, Draco left the classroom, looking in the direction in which Potter had gone before moving down the corridor to his own dormitory. Potter was a mystery. Perhaps his idea of getting to know one another had some merit after all.