The Friday Boy

CHAPTER 6

“He’s paying to have sex with guys?” Harry rolled his eyes as Fred repeated himself for the fourth time already in the conversation, the twin still stuck on the idea of their once hated potions professor actually paying to have sex with men.

“Like prostitutes you mean?” George inquired as he shoveled another load of weed into bag that Harry was holding open. Harry hadn’t said anything all day, refraining from even asking for things as he’d helped the Weasley’s continue cleaning up Sirius wild backyard. Now though with everyone having gone inside for lunch, Harry had been left in quiet with the twins who jumped on him the moment they were alone.

“I’m not sure he’s even having sex with them I didn’t actually witness the act. All I saw was him going upstairs with some guy and then outside afterwards he paid some other guy.” Harry grumbled as he tied up the bag and opened another for George to continue filling it. “Besides the point he now knows I followed him so he’s going to kill me any chance he gets.”

“Hey it’s not our fault the wards went off when you went through them, how were we supposed to know that’d happen.” Fred snapped as Harry threw them both a stern glance. This plan was supposed to have been fool proof but someone had neglected to find out how the wards around Grimmauld Place were set up.

“On the upside at least you know the truth behind the mystery although I fail to see why anyone would pay for sex when it’s so freely available without cost.” George offered as he tossed his shovel down in disgust and sat down on the stone bench they’d discovered in the long grass yesterday. Harry dumped the bag and sat down beside the twin, leaving Fred to continue pruning the hedges.

“Hey, if I was as ugly and unpopular as Snape I’d have to pay for sex too.” Fred called over his shoulder as he threw a slug at his brother who was quick to repel it with a charm bubble.

“He’s not ugly.” Harry wasn’t sure where his comment had come from but it made Fred and George look at him strangely. To cover himself Harry quickly continued. “I just think he’s desperate.” George snorted in laughter at Harry’s comment and nodded in agreement.

“I’d say so if he’s going there every Friday for a bit of action, hasn’t he heard of masturbation?” George laughed loudly and Harry rolled his eyes as he pushed George hard in the arm. The image of Snape in tight leather pants had haunted Harry all day and despite himself he couldn’t forget the smell of sex that Snape had exuded as he’d walked home last night. It was a disturbing thought to think of Snape as a sexual creature and despite the swell of revulsion Harry couldn’t help but be mildly interested in the idea. Harry had never considered ever being gay, having thought himself strictly a girls man but the image of Snape’s leering smile as he’d watched the boy in shorts walk past him in the club did something funny to Harry inside. Something also plagued Harry about the conversation Snape had had with the stranger outside the club but the boy couldn’t put his finger on what it was. Irritated Harry pushed all his thoughts aside as he stood up from the bench.

“Can we just stop talking about Snape’s sex life now, it’s putting me off lunch.” Harry grumped as he picked up the shovel and began digging where George had left off. Perhaps for the rest of the afternoon he could take his mind off last night with something as meaningless as gardening.

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Harry sat in the window seat in the lounge room finishing his summer transfiguration homework. Most of the order were out on missions for Dumbledore and the Weasley’s had returned to The Burrow knowing that Charlie and Bill were on their way home. Sirius was out with Lupin at the cinemas and so the only occupants in the house were Severus, Tonks and Harry. Grimmauld Place was essentially quiet again.

Harry hadn’t dared speak in the silence of the lounge room, Snape sat in an armchair by the fire a book open in his lap and a plate of cheese and crackers resting on the armrest. It was Sunday, and Harry had avoided being unnecessarily alone with Snape but now it was unavoidable. Tonks was upstairs in the attic trying to banish Sirius ghostly pet hampster and Harry, unable to think of an excuse to go to his room had been left with Severus in the lounge.

“Mr. Potter, is there any particular reason why you are staring at me other than your sheer rudeness?” Harry jumped at the sound of Snape’s voice only now realizing for how long he’d been staring at the professor.

“No sir,” Harry squeaked out. “Sorry sir,” He added quickly as he turned his attention back to his homework which managed to hold Harry’s attention for a whole of ten minutes before Harry was back to staring at Severus again. It was hard for Harry to see his cold, emotionless potions professor in any other light apart from the persona he saw in school. The distinction between the Snape Harry had known for years, and the Snape that had walked into the club on Friday night was a very thin line and hard to grasp. Harry’s mind had started to wander further into the prospect of Snape’s love life much to Harry’s disgust. He’d tried to imagine what Snape cumming would be like? Or if the wizard would talk in the velvety dark tone he used when teaching. Harry had decided against trying to imagine what Snape would be like naked that just bordered on fruity. His uncle Vernon had once described gay people as abominations to the human race but then Vernon’s view of things was always very shallow and so Harry paid him no attention. The wizard world’s views on the subject didn’t appear to matter either, judging from how full the club had been. Still Harry was pretty sure he was straight, even if he’d only kissed one girl and felt only one boob, by accident.

“You’re doing it again Potter…” Again Harry snapped out of his thoughts as this time Severus put down his book and glared at Harry pointedly.

“Sorry sir.” Harry mumbled this time not bothering to look back at his homework. “Can I ask you something sir?” Before Snape could go back to his book Harry hurried out his question hoping that Snape wouldn’t hex him into next week.

“No.” Was Snape’s cold reply. “But I suspect if you don’t you’re going to continue staring at me, so go ahead amuse me.” Harry winced at Snape’s cutting remark knowing the familiar sting in Snape’s tongue when the professor was in such a mood. Harry knew he was risking a lot by asking this question but in reflection it was worth the risk.

“Why do you do it?” The question hung in the air and Harry instinctively eyed his wand that he was using to mark the page in his textbook. If Snape was going to take a shot at him at least Harry wanted to try and defend himself. Snape said nothing and Harry stared into onyx eyes that narrowed at him from across the room. When Snape made no effort to reply Harry clarified himself. “I don’t understand why you’d do that, can’t you get a girlfriend or something?” Harry hoped he didn’t sound foolish but as Snape’s expression and gaze never wavered Harry knew he’d gotten in too deep. Closing his textbook hastily Harry gathered his things and stood up from window seat. “Sorry that’d be a third time wouldn’t it?” Harry offered not needing to look at Snape to know what the wizard was undoubtedly thinking. “I’ll save you the trouble and just go upstairs and inflict some pain on myself.” Harry scurried to the door of the lounge room intent on hiding upstairs for the remainder of the holidays so that he never had to face Snape again. Why was it that he just couldn’t learn his lessons?

Hurriedly Harry made his way upstairs into his bedroom and threw himself down on his beanbag in front of the fire, berating himself over and over again for being so stupid. It was as if he enjoyed baiting Snape, like he needed those snarky remarks, the cutting tone or the punishments. Harry closed his eyes and threw his arm over his face as he relaxed into the beanbag yet again feeling guilty for having invaded Snape’s private life. To engrossed in his own internal argument Harry didn’t hear the approaching company until someone cleared their throat in the doorway. Harry’s head snapped up immediately to stare cautiously at Snape. The potion professor was standing in the open doorway his arms folded across his chest and with an unreadable blank expression.

“Sir?” Harry queried wondering where on earth he’d thrown his wand and if he had time to get it.

“Potter.” Snape gestured to the room and inclined his head slightly in question. “May I come in?” Harry frowned but nodded. No one had ever asked Harry if they could come into his bedroom, people just usually came in whenever they wanted. Besides the point Harry had never had a room of his own, and had put up with sharing with other people for most of his life.

Harry watched as Snape walked stiffly into the room and sat down on the edge of Harry’s bed, Harry noting that the professor didn’t sit on Sirius’. Awkwardly Harry waited for Snape to speak watching carefully for signs of what was coming. “A game.” Harry frowned at the comment that broke the silence unsure of what to make of it. Severus had never willing sought out Harry’s company and so Harry was naturally wary of anything Severus said. “A question for a question. You answer mine, I’ll answer yours.” The comment made more sense after Snape had clarified it and Harry reluctantly nodded, wondering what on earth the professor wanted to know about him.

“Alright.” Harry muttered swiveling himself around in his beanbag so that he was facing Snape. Harry watched Snape straighten himself a little however if he was nervous his expressionless face didn’t betray him.

“Did you enjoy Friday night?” Snape’s question seemed to come from nowhere and for a moment Harry was put off having expected something far more personal. Recovering himself however Harry shrugged his shoulders as he replied.

“Not especially, I spent the night crammed into the steps beside the speakers but it was good to get out of this place on my own for once.” Harry watched as Snape’s eyebrow rose marginally at Harry’s reply before falling back into its expressionless line. “Why do you pay wizards to have sex with you?” Harry wasn’t wasting this opportunity and quickly jumped for the big questions he’d been thinking about all weekend.

“I don’t.” Harry was a little disappointed with the reply and cocked his head to the side in confusion.

“But I saw you pay that guy outside and what about the boy you took upstairs?” Harry rushed out quickly wondering how on earth he’d got the wrong idea about Snape’s Friday night. A twitch of a smile caught the corners of Snape’s thinned lips and the potion professor shook his head in mild chastise.

“That’s two questions Potter, this comes to an end if you can’t stick to the rules of engagement.” Snape’s eyebrow rose in question at Harry who tutted and rolled his eyes before gesturing for Snape to hurry up and ask him another question so he could get back to his own questions. “How long have you known I’ve been going out on Fridays?”

“A month and a bit, I saw you leave one night.” Harry sensed what Snape was thinking just by the flash of irritation in his eyes and Harry instantly defended himself. “It was a genuine reason for breach of curfew, I had food poisoning and was throwing my guts up down the toilet, I ran into you going back to the dorm and I hid because you’re a bastard and would have taken points.” Harry finished quickly half expecting Snape to get up and walk out but instead watching as a twisted smirk twitched at the corner of Snape’s lips before falling away. “Now tell me why you paid that guy outside the club if you don’t pay wizards for sex?” Harry jumped in quickly again deciding it best to keep going while it was lasting.

“I pay that guy to find them for me, and to arrange a meeting. I don’t pay for sex I pay for their company.” Severus put simply smiling to himself as Harry folded his arms across his chest irritably having achieved very little information with his questions. “Have you got a girlfriend Potter?” Harry snorted at Snape’s next question and rolled his eyes contemptibly.

“Stupid question, I thought Sirius made it pretty clear to everyone that I haven’t and never have had a girlfriend.” Potter grumped irritably rapidly getting the impression that Snape was getting more out of this than he seemed to be. Harry decided to change tact abandoning the other questions he had about the club and going for something more personal. “Did you have sex with guys when you were at school?” Harry knew that question had hit home with Snape, the elder wizards upper lip twitched betraying just how personal a question it was. Harry raised an eyebrow in challenge and waited for a reply. Having expected Snape to tell him that the game was over, Harry was surprised when Snape replied calmly.

“No.” Snape’s tone of voice was clipped and short and Harry knew there would be no elaboration on the simple reply. Harry should have suspected Severus to ask something just as personal in return but the question that came out of Snape’s mouth was unexpected. “How often do you masturbate?” Harry could feel his cheeks heating up as he lowered his defiant gaze from Snapes’, somewhat deflated from his earlier victory. Harry twisted his hands in his lap not wanting to answer the question. “Answer it Potter or this is over.” Snape calmly spoke, Harry daring to meet Snape’s wicked gaze.

“Whenever I get a moment to myself when I know there’s no chance of anyone catching me, which considering that I share most of my rooms isn’t that often I assure you.” The pink staining Harry’s cheeks remained as the boy thought hard about his next question for Severus. This game had degenerated into down right nastiness and Harry wasn’t above sinking to Snape’s level if only to embarrass the professor like he’d done Harry. “How often do you wank?” It wasn’t a question Harry really wanted to know the answer to but it was the only question he could come up with at short notice.

“I don’t.” Was Snape’s cryptic reply his gaze never leaving Harry’s. Harry scoffed loudly and rolled his eyes.

“No wonder you’re out tomcatting every Friday night then, I’d be strung pretty damn tight too if I didn’t wank. Perhaps you should take up the hobby and give us all a break from putting up with your moods at school.” Harry knew he’d fucked up as Severus stood up from the bed and straightened his robes. Sitting up from the beanbag Harry watched as Snape headed for the door.

“I think this conversation has lost its usefulness for both of us.” Snape paused in the doorway and glanced pointedly over his shoulder at Harry who sighed and shrugged his shoulders guiltily.

“One more.” Harry offered as something sprung to mind about the Friday night just gone. Snape hesitated on the threshold but turned back again, his arms folded across his chest as he nodded in agreement. “Why do you like them so young?” Harry was almost proud of himself as he watched Severus’ gaze drop from his, the man’s eyes flickering with something Harry might have termed shame in anyone less hard as Snape was.

“Because I like them untouched.” At length Snape answered his eyes still remaining glued to the floor even as he asked his own final question. Harry had a suspicion that it had taken a lot for Snape to just admit that truth and it made Harry wonder just what exactly was going on when Snape went to the club. “What was your last fantasy about Potter?” Harry closed his eyes and sighed knowing exactly what his dreams had consisted of the last couple of days. This was something Harry really didn’t want to admit to but in the face of Snape’s own honest truth Harry knew he couldn’t really lie. Getting up from the beanbag Harry moved over to the window and with his back to Snape found the courage to answer.

“You.” There was silence after the admission and Harry waited for the fall out. However nothing came and despite being able to feel Snape’s gaze on his back the professor said nothing as he padded away back down the hall leaving Harry alone once more.

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

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