Being a Slytherin
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult +
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9
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17,347
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17
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Currently Reading:
1
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Temptation
6. Temptation
Sweeping into his personal chambers Severus brushed off his outer robe and stepping up to the couch, he poured himself a generous amount of firewhiskey. Opening the collar of his white shirt and rolling up his sleeves to be more comfortable he sank into his leather arm chair taking a very generous sip from his glass.
He had no idea what gotten into him down in the hall were he kissed one of his students. So far he had always prided himself on his work ethics because naturally there had been students with crushes during the years but he always carefully refused never tempted with any of them. But Harry Potter was proving to be an obstacle too tempting. He was aware that even his slytherins were picking on the boy and that especially Malfoy had it in for Harry but he should have been able to refrain himself.
But truth was that the bitterness in his student's voice and the hurt in his big emerald eyes were getting to him much more than approbate. He was the grown up for god's sake and the boy with his fourteen years old only a child. Well, maybe not a child but a vulnerable minor who should be safe with him. If not for his work ethics than for the danger he put both of them in- he was a Death Eater, a double spy and the boy was burdened enough with the prophecy.
Slamming the now empty glass back onto the couch table he let his head sink back onto the backrest trying to ignore the taste of Harry in his mouth. His lips had been soft and had easily moulded to his when he had swept his tongue inside.
Determined to take a very cold shower he rose from his arm chair and crossed the room to retire to bed.
The next morning Harry awoke just as the first rays of sun tickled his skin and rose from his bed to make his way into the bathroom. Stepping under the cool water he thoroughly washed his hair and body until he felt a little better. Maybe he should have left the ball after the kiss but instead he had watched his head of house from his hiding spot enjoying some more glasses of punch. The alcohol had gotten to him and even after a very cool shower he still felt dreadful. Stepping up to the mirror he began to brush his teeth while his thoughts returned to last night.
Until Severus' had kissed him the whole fuss about kissing had appeared overrated to him but now he understood the excitement of his peers. If he closed his eyes he could still feel the elder wizard's steady hand against the back of his head and the spicy taste that mixed with a little lemon.
Rinsing his mouth he impatiently brushed his fingers through his hair and returned to the bedroom where Malfoy and his friends were still sleeping. Quietly he changed into an old pair of jeans and a jumper and after checking that his trunk was locked he walked into the common room. The fire in the fireplace had gone cold but he did not plan to linger here anyway. On a Sunday he usually had an early breakfast and then he used the opportunity to finish his homework or to take a ride on his broom.
Outside the corridor was still deserted and he leisurely strolled along consciously taking a detour that would keep him away from Snape's personal quarters. Even if the kiss had felt spectacular he was aware that his teacher would very likely never acknowledge it- too many things separated both of them, Voldemort being one of them.
In the great hall he made his way to the empty slytherin table and when he sat down scrambled eggs, toast and tea appeared. Not in the mood for a hearty meal, Harry buttered a slice of toast enjoying the silence. When a shadow fell over him he looked up to find his head of house there with an unreadable expression on his face.
“Follow me please.”
Dutifully Harry rose and followed him into the main hall where to his surprise they did not head for the dungeons but outside into the front yard. The cool air tickled Harry's cheeks and he was grateful he had changed into a jumper. The elder wizard took a turn down over the lawn in the direction of the great lake. Other than them it was deserted which was not really a surprise due to early hour- most of his peers chose to sleep in.
The potion master had his hair tied back low in his neck and wore his usual black robes that in the morning wind fluttered around his thin frame. Harry had to hurry to keep up wondering where they were going.
“We need to talk about last night.” The elder wizard's voice was clipped and even, not revealing anything about his emotional state of mind.
“Sir?” Harry frowned at that.
Coming to an abrupt stop Severus spun around his pale face showing that he had slept very little last night. Dark patches showed under his eyes as he held Harry's gaze.
“I apologize for my behaviour, it was inappropriate and I offer you to report it to the headmaster. We can go there right away.”
Harry quickly shook his head. “You were illustrating a point Sir nothing more. There is no need to apologize.”
“I've never...” Severus hesitated. “I am not in the habit of seducing virgin school boys.”
Chewing on his lower lip Harry pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans deeply to keep them warm.
“I do not mind Sir.”
Their gazes locked and for a moment nothing was said, the tension rising between them. The elder wizard pinched the bridge of his nose clearly not feeling comfortable.
“But I do Harry.” He let his gaze drift away over the lake his inky black eyes troubled. “I am your teacher. I should know better and the worst is...”
He trailed off and when it was clear he did not intend to continue Harry joined him and let his gaze rest on the troubled water.
“What is the worst?” Harry asked softly.
The potion master's shoulders sagged as he turned around again, his voice rising a little.
“The worst is I want to do it again.”
Floored Harry inhaled harshly not daring to believe his ears.
“Oh.”
Gently Severus took Harry's shoulders.
“You are young Harry, I should have known better than to abuse a perfectly normal crush you have.”
“Sir, I...” Harry trailed off unsure what to say when the elder wizard gripped his arm in obvious pain. “Is everything all right?”
Holding his arm Severus' eyes showed panic as he shook his head.
“I need to see the headmaster. We talk about that later.”
With that he swept around and quickly made his way back into the castle.
AN: Thanks again for the reviews, they are very much appreciated.
Jujukitty: You are very observant but rest assured that it was mentioned for a plot twist. You will meet Ron and Hermione soon, so do not worry. Thank you for your kind words.
Sweeping into his personal chambers Severus brushed off his outer robe and stepping up to the couch, he poured himself a generous amount of firewhiskey. Opening the collar of his white shirt and rolling up his sleeves to be more comfortable he sank into his leather arm chair taking a very generous sip from his glass.
He had no idea what gotten into him down in the hall were he kissed one of his students. So far he had always prided himself on his work ethics because naturally there had been students with crushes during the years but he always carefully refused never tempted with any of them. But Harry Potter was proving to be an obstacle too tempting. He was aware that even his slytherins were picking on the boy and that especially Malfoy had it in for Harry but he should have been able to refrain himself.
But truth was that the bitterness in his student's voice and the hurt in his big emerald eyes were getting to him much more than approbate. He was the grown up for god's sake and the boy with his fourteen years old only a child. Well, maybe not a child but a vulnerable minor who should be safe with him. If not for his work ethics than for the danger he put both of them in- he was a Death Eater, a double spy and the boy was burdened enough with the prophecy.
Slamming the now empty glass back onto the couch table he let his head sink back onto the backrest trying to ignore the taste of Harry in his mouth. His lips had been soft and had easily moulded to his when he had swept his tongue inside.
Determined to take a very cold shower he rose from his arm chair and crossed the room to retire to bed.
The next morning Harry awoke just as the first rays of sun tickled his skin and rose from his bed to make his way into the bathroom. Stepping under the cool water he thoroughly washed his hair and body until he felt a little better. Maybe he should have left the ball after the kiss but instead he had watched his head of house from his hiding spot enjoying some more glasses of punch. The alcohol had gotten to him and even after a very cool shower he still felt dreadful. Stepping up to the mirror he began to brush his teeth while his thoughts returned to last night.
Until Severus' had kissed him the whole fuss about kissing had appeared overrated to him but now he understood the excitement of his peers. If he closed his eyes he could still feel the elder wizard's steady hand against the back of his head and the spicy taste that mixed with a little lemon.
Rinsing his mouth he impatiently brushed his fingers through his hair and returned to the bedroom where Malfoy and his friends were still sleeping. Quietly he changed into an old pair of jeans and a jumper and after checking that his trunk was locked he walked into the common room. The fire in the fireplace had gone cold but he did not plan to linger here anyway. On a Sunday he usually had an early breakfast and then he used the opportunity to finish his homework or to take a ride on his broom.
Outside the corridor was still deserted and he leisurely strolled along consciously taking a detour that would keep him away from Snape's personal quarters. Even if the kiss had felt spectacular he was aware that his teacher would very likely never acknowledge it- too many things separated both of them, Voldemort being one of them.
In the great hall he made his way to the empty slytherin table and when he sat down scrambled eggs, toast and tea appeared. Not in the mood for a hearty meal, Harry buttered a slice of toast enjoying the silence. When a shadow fell over him he looked up to find his head of house there with an unreadable expression on his face.
“Follow me please.”
Dutifully Harry rose and followed him into the main hall where to his surprise they did not head for the dungeons but outside into the front yard. The cool air tickled Harry's cheeks and he was grateful he had changed into a jumper. The elder wizard took a turn down over the lawn in the direction of the great lake. Other than them it was deserted which was not really a surprise due to early hour- most of his peers chose to sleep in.
The potion master had his hair tied back low in his neck and wore his usual black robes that in the morning wind fluttered around his thin frame. Harry had to hurry to keep up wondering where they were going.
“We need to talk about last night.” The elder wizard's voice was clipped and even, not revealing anything about his emotional state of mind.
“Sir?” Harry frowned at that.
Coming to an abrupt stop Severus spun around his pale face showing that he had slept very little last night. Dark patches showed under his eyes as he held Harry's gaze.
“I apologize for my behaviour, it was inappropriate and I offer you to report it to the headmaster. We can go there right away.”
Harry quickly shook his head. “You were illustrating a point Sir nothing more. There is no need to apologize.”
“I've never...” Severus hesitated. “I am not in the habit of seducing virgin school boys.”
Chewing on his lower lip Harry pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans deeply to keep them warm.
“I do not mind Sir.”
Their gazes locked and for a moment nothing was said, the tension rising between them. The elder wizard pinched the bridge of his nose clearly not feeling comfortable.
“But I do Harry.” He let his gaze drift away over the lake his inky black eyes troubled. “I am your teacher. I should know better and the worst is...”
He trailed off and when it was clear he did not intend to continue Harry joined him and let his gaze rest on the troubled water.
“What is the worst?” Harry asked softly.
The potion master's shoulders sagged as he turned around again, his voice rising a little.
“The worst is I want to do it again.”
Floored Harry inhaled harshly not daring to believe his ears.
“Oh.”
Gently Severus took Harry's shoulders.
“You are young Harry, I should have known better than to abuse a perfectly normal crush you have.”
“Sir, I...” Harry trailed off unsure what to say when the elder wizard gripped his arm in obvious pain. “Is everything all right?”
Holding his arm Severus' eyes showed panic as he shook his head.
“I need to see the headmaster. We talk about that later.”
With that he swept around and quickly made his way back into the castle.
AN: Thanks again for the reviews, they are very much appreciated.
Jujukitty: You are very observant but rest assured that it was mentioned for a plot twist. You will meet Ron and Hermione soon, so do not worry. Thank you for your kind words.