Who, What and Where am I?
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Adult ++
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11
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17,293
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44
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Understanding
Title: Who, what and where am I?
Summary: ‘Severus sat down hard as he extracted his mind from Potter. This could not be happening. It couldn’t be true! Potter was a spoiled brat, selfish and self-centered! He was not ‘boy’. He couldn’t be!’
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing! JK Rowling and her Publishers owns Harry Potter and anything associated with it.
Warning: This is NOT a happy fic. There will be references to sexual situations, chan and non-con. If this disturbs you then please do NOT read. I’ve warned you so don’t flame me about that! But, it will have a happy ending.
I also want to mention, although I put it as a warning when I first posted this fic I didn’t tell you in the first chapter. There will be incest, non-con incest but incest all the same.
AN: The fic will progress a bit faster in this chapter as Harry and Sev’s new ‘understanding’ of each other develops. I think it will be 2 or 3 more chapters until they finally get together.
Hope you enjoy the fic and if you have any suggestions please put them in a review and I will have a look at them.
Chapter 6
Understanding
It had been a week since he had ‘poured his heart out to Potter’ as he put it, and the apprehension he had felt that night when he had seen the determination in Potter’s face had only grown during the week.
The boy had at least kept to his word and Severus had heard no rumors or anything about his own life being discussed among the students.
The boy had however been distancing himself from his friends in such a subtle way that he doubted anyone other than him had realized it.
Granger and Weasley had finally acknowledge their feelings for each other and had been too distracted with this new facet of their lives to realize the withdrawal of their other friend.
What surprised Severus the most was the boy’s actions and reactions to him Severus Snape.
He really hadn’t known what to expect of the boy after that night of ‘revelations’. He had expected maybe 2 scenarios. One, where the boy avoided him like the plaque OR, where the boy pitied him or sent sympathetic glances his way. Something along those lines.
But, the boy had surprised him once again.
Instead of acting the way Severus expected him too, he went on as if nothing had happened. He sulked when Severus ridiculed him, became angered when he was degraded in front of the class and ‘cheeked’ his Professor when he felt the need too.
In other words, he acted exactly how Severus had always expected Harry-arrogant, self-centered, selfish, attention seeking- Potter to act. NOT how he had expected ‘boy’, hurt, abandoned and unloved little creature to act. With the way Potter was acting it was almost impossible to incorporate the two ‘personalities’ in one person. It also made it easier for him to keep his snarky, snarling, greasy git of a Professor persona.
The only thing that hinted at any change in appearance was the withdrawing from his friends. It was done subtly and slowly and Severus marveled at the boy’s acting capabilities.
He had not forgotten what the boy had gone through the last 2 weeks and so was not convinced by the acting. He knew that the boy would be hurting. Knew from personal experience that if the boy kept it all bottled up it would either explode – quite spectacularly, if the boy’s power was anything to go by – or, what Severus feared most would happen. The boy would go for the easy way out. Ironic, that the easy way out is always the most painful. Not necessarily for Potter himself but those left behind.
He himself had come dangerously close to just taking the ‘easy way out’. He had damned Albus for his interference at the time but was now more grateful than he could ever express, for the meddling the old man had done. He had a new purpose in life. That of a mentor, even if his student didn’t realize it, he at least knew what an important role he now played.
He was brought back down to reality by the arrival of his first students. As luck would have it, it was the Gryffindor/Slytherin fifth year class.
“You will all separate into the groups I had assigned last week and start on the potion I had put on the black board.”
“Well?? What are you waiting for? Potter, you’re with Malfoy if I remember correctly, NOT with your newest fan club member Finnegan, or is it boyfriend now?” As soon as the words left his mouth Severus cursed himself. Insults came so readily when dealing with Potter that he couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to.
The boy’s face had gone ashen but a second later a false smile was plastered on his face and he sauntered over to his place next to Malfoy. The blond boy scowled at Potter but continued extracting the necessary materials for the potion.
“Boyfriend Potter? I didn’t know you swing that way. Who had the pleasure of taking that tight arse of yours the first time Potter? Weasley?? Or maybe it was Longbottom, I had seen how you help him out in classes, is it in exchange for what he does to you in the bedroom?” Malfoy’s voice was low enough not to reach other Gryffindors but Severus heard it loud and clear.
An icy hand had gripped his heart after the first sentence but by the last one it had changed into a raging anger that he just couldn’t explain.
“Mr Malfoy! You will cease talking at once! While you might want or even need new fantasy material to fuel your nightly excursions in bed, no one else have the same desires and it would behoove you to keep such talk out of my class.” His voice was sharp as a knife and it shocked the whole of Slytherin into silence.
It had been the first time he had ever singled out a Slytherin, let alone take one on in such a manner.
Malfoy shot him a confused glance but he kept his tongue.
Potter on the other hand was shaking like a leave and was about to drop 3 inch of Gilly-weed in the potion instead of the 2 it required.
“Potter!” His voice, while sharp held much less venom than he usually used with this particular student. “If you drop that in the potion you will spend a week worth of detention with me in the dungeon where you will make this potion each and every night until you get it right.”
Potter looked like a deer caught in head lights and looked from his hand to his professor and back again. He then checked the board and by the slight slump of the shoulders Severus knew he had realized his mistake.
The boy gave him a short nod in acknowledgement of the veiled ‘help’ and continued with his potion.
Severus was truly surprised that the boy realized that he had helped him. He had thought that the boy would think he was being his mean and nasty self but apparently the boy knew how to read between the lines.
If Potter had dropped that one extra inch of Gilly Weed, the potion - and most probably the cauldron it was in - would have been ruined and Potter would have received zero for the project, dragging Malfoy along with him which could only end in disaster.
Malfoy’s NEVER did badly in a class.
The rest of the class went by without any disasters and Severus gave a sigh of relief when the last student exited his class.
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“Boyfriend Potter?........ Who had the pleasure of taking that tight arse of yours the first time Potter? ………… is it in exchange for what he does to you in the bedroom?” .
Harry hastened his footsteps as he walked away from the potions classroom. The cold malicious voice of Malfoy ringing in his ears.
The voice was soon joined with another one. A deeper, older voice which expressed his pleasure with Harry’s performance. How good a boy he was. How nice and tight he was.
Harry shook his head to clear it but Malfoy’s questions had imprinted itself in his head.
Harry had realized after the Ball with the Tri-Wizard Tournament that he was most likely not really interested in the female population. The Patil girl was really nice and beautiful in her own way but it did nothing for Harry.
He had realized that he was finding the bodies of other boys or men attractive. He had found himself checking out the ass of a passerby on quite a few occasions in the past.
The reference Malfoy had made to ‘Boyfriend’ had jolted a realization in Harry. He did find men attractive. He did want to explore all that lean flesh which teased him in the Quidditch changing rooms and Gryffindor bathrooms. But that realization had been overridden with fear, horror and pain. He could no longer look forward to that ‘first time’. Could no longer look at any other man without a fraction of fear creeping up in him. He was damaged goods now. He was dirty, defiled and unwanted.
in exchange for what he does to you in the bedroom. The sentence repeated itself over and over in his head. What had he received in exchange for what Mr Snape had done to him in the bedroom? Fear of other people? Fear of life itself? Certainly nothing pleasurable. Where did that leave him? Where would he go to in future? What was there left for him?
Nothing.
He was unwanted, unloved and damaged.
End Chapter 6
Ooooohhhhh! That was really bad of me, wasn’t it?
What did you think?
Review please!!!
Summary: ‘Severus sat down hard as he extracted his mind from Potter. This could not be happening. It couldn’t be true! Potter was a spoiled brat, selfish and self-centered! He was not ‘boy’. He couldn’t be!’
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing! JK Rowling and her Publishers owns Harry Potter and anything associated with it.
Warning: This is NOT a happy fic. There will be references to sexual situations, chan and non-con. If this disturbs you then please do NOT read. I’ve warned you so don’t flame me about that! But, it will have a happy ending.
I also want to mention, although I put it as a warning when I first posted this fic I didn’t tell you in the first chapter. There will be incest, non-con incest but incest all the same.
AN: The fic will progress a bit faster in this chapter as Harry and Sev’s new ‘understanding’ of each other develops. I think it will be 2 or 3 more chapters until they finally get together.
Hope you enjoy the fic and if you have any suggestions please put them in a review and I will have a look at them.
Chapter 6
Understanding
It had been a week since he had ‘poured his heart out to Potter’ as he put it, and the apprehension he had felt that night when he had seen the determination in Potter’s face had only grown during the week.
The boy had at least kept to his word and Severus had heard no rumors or anything about his own life being discussed among the students.
The boy had however been distancing himself from his friends in such a subtle way that he doubted anyone other than him had realized it.
Granger and Weasley had finally acknowledge their feelings for each other and had been too distracted with this new facet of their lives to realize the withdrawal of their other friend.
What surprised Severus the most was the boy’s actions and reactions to him Severus Snape.
He really hadn’t known what to expect of the boy after that night of ‘revelations’. He had expected maybe 2 scenarios. One, where the boy avoided him like the plaque OR, where the boy pitied him or sent sympathetic glances his way. Something along those lines.
But, the boy had surprised him once again.
Instead of acting the way Severus expected him too, he went on as if nothing had happened. He sulked when Severus ridiculed him, became angered when he was degraded in front of the class and ‘cheeked’ his Professor when he felt the need too.
In other words, he acted exactly how Severus had always expected Harry-arrogant, self-centered, selfish, attention seeking- Potter to act. NOT how he had expected ‘boy’, hurt, abandoned and unloved little creature to act. With the way Potter was acting it was almost impossible to incorporate the two ‘personalities’ in one person. It also made it easier for him to keep his snarky, snarling, greasy git of a Professor persona.
The only thing that hinted at any change in appearance was the withdrawing from his friends. It was done subtly and slowly and Severus marveled at the boy’s acting capabilities.
He had not forgotten what the boy had gone through the last 2 weeks and so was not convinced by the acting. He knew that the boy would be hurting. Knew from personal experience that if the boy kept it all bottled up it would either explode – quite spectacularly, if the boy’s power was anything to go by – or, what Severus feared most would happen. The boy would go for the easy way out. Ironic, that the easy way out is always the most painful. Not necessarily for Potter himself but those left behind.
He himself had come dangerously close to just taking the ‘easy way out’. He had damned Albus for his interference at the time but was now more grateful than he could ever express, for the meddling the old man had done. He had a new purpose in life. That of a mentor, even if his student didn’t realize it, he at least knew what an important role he now played.
He was brought back down to reality by the arrival of his first students. As luck would have it, it was the Gryffindor/Slytherin fifth year class.
“You will all separate into the groups I had assigned last week and start on the potion I had put on the black board.”
“Well?? What are you waiting for? Potter, you’re with Malfoy if I remember correctly, NOT with your newest fan club member Finnegan, or is it boyfriend now?” As soon as the words left his mouth Severus cursed himself. Insults came so readily when dealing with Potter that he couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to.
The boy’s face had gone ashen but a second later a false smile was plastered on his face and he sauntered over to his place next to Malfoy. The blond boy scowled at Potter but continued extracting the necessary materials for the potion.
“Boyfriend Potter? I didn’t know you swing that way. Who had the pleasure of taking that tight arse of yours the first time Potter? Weasley?? Or maybe it was Longbottom, I had seen how you help him out in classes, is it in exchange for what he does to you in the bedroom?” Malfoy’s voice was low enough not to reach other Gryffindors but Severus heard it loud and clear.
An icy hand had gripped his heart after the first sentence but by the last one it had changed into a raging anger that he just couldn’t explain.
“Mr Malfoy! You will cease talking at once! While you might want or even need new fantasy material to fuel your nightly excursions in bed, no one else have the same desires and it would behoove you to keep such talk out of my class.” His voice was sharp as a knife and it shocked the whole of Slytherin into silence.
It had been the first time he had ever singled out a Slytherin, let alone take one on in such a manner.
Malfoy shot him a confused glance but he kept his tongue.
Potter on the other hand was shaking like a leave and was about to drop 3 inch of Gilly-weed in the potion instead of the 2 it required.
“Potter!” His voice, while sharp held much less venom than he usually used with this particular student. “If you drop that in the potion you will spend a week worth of detention with me in the dungeon where you will make this potion each and every night until you get it right.”
Potter looked like a deer caught in head lights and looked from his hand to his professor and back again. He then checked the board and by the slight slump of the shoulders Severus knew he had realized his mistake.
The boy gave him a short nod in acknowledgement of the veiled ‘help’ and continued with his potion.
Severus was truly surprised that the boy realized that he had helped him. He had thought that the boy would think he was being his mean and nasty self but apparently the boy knew how to read between the lines.
If Potter had dropped that one extra inch of Gilly Weed, the potion - and most probably the cauldron it was in - would have been ruined and Potter would have received zero for the project, dragging Malfoy along with him which could only end in disaster.
Malfoy’s NEVER did badly in a class.
The rest of the class went by without any disasters and Severus gave a sigh of relief when the last student exited his class.
*----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------*
“Boyfriend Potter?........ Who had the pleasure of taking that tight arse of yours the first time Potter? ………… is it in exchange for what he does to you in the bedroom?” .
Harry hastened his footsteps as he walked away from the potions classroom. The cold malicious voice of Malfoy ringing in his ears.
The voice was soon joined with another one. A deeper, older voice which expressed his pleasure with Harry’s performance. How good a boy he was. How nice and tight he was.
Harry shook his head to clear it but Malfoy’s questions had imprinted itself in his head.
Harry had realized after the Ball with the Tri-Wizard Tournament that he was most likely not really interested in the female population. The Patil girl was really nice and beautiful in her own way but it did nothing for Harry.
He had realized that he was finding the bodies of other boys or men attractive. He had found himself checking out the ass of a passerby on quite a few occasions in the past.
The reference Malfoy had made to ‘Boyfriend’ had jolted a realization in Harry. He did find men attractive. He did want to explore all that lean flesh which teased him in the Quidditch changing rooms and Gryffindor bathrooms. But that realization had been overridden with fear, horror and pain. He could no longer look forward to that ‘first time’. Could no longer look at any other man without a fraction of fear creeping up in him. He was damaged goods now. He was dirty, defiled and unwanted.
in exchange for what he does to you in the bedroom. The sentence repeated itself over and over in his head. What had he received in exchange for what Mr Snape had done to him in the bedroom? Fear of other people? Fear of life itself? Certainly nothing pleasurable. Where did that leave him? Where would he go to in future? What was there left for him?
Nothing.
He was unwanted, unloved and damaged.
End Chapter 6
Ooooohhhhh! That was really bad of me, wasn’t it?
What did you think?
Review please!!!