Love Potion No. 13
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult +
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14
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23,925
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Chappy 7
Chapter 7
“What a complete and utter bastard, I can’t believe he did it. Mum nearly passed out when she saw him do it. We all knew he was working for you-know-who but Dumbledore really can’t say he’s on our side now.” Ron grumbled angrily as he passed Harry a bowl of ice cream from the tray Charlie Weasley had brought into the living room.
“Ron, it’s not polite to bitch about people when they’re not here to defend themselves.” Charlie chided his little brother pointedly as he took a bowl of ice cream for himself and sat down in the recliner by the fire. Harry blushed a little when Charlie smiled at him warmly before picking up his Quidditch magazine to begin reading again.
“Charlie’s right Ronald, Professor Snape did what he could in the situation. Besides if he hadn’t been there to prompt Harry to transform he might not be here now.” Hermione took a petite bite of her apple crumble and ice cream as she flicked the page of her potions textbook, having already begun studying for the start of school.
“I still say he tried to kill you.” Ron muttered into his ice cream, as he looked sideways at Harry who was struggling to feed himself with his right arm still bandaged up tightly. It had been two weeks since the accident and Harry had endured many lectures, about why bat’s fly only at night and that there are no second chances in your animagus form. It had also been two weeks since Harry had seen Snape, the potions professor keeping an extremely low profile, his absence from the meetings and daily order routine notable. Despite everyone’s opinion on the subject Harry had come to his own conclusions about Snape dropping him from the tree. In his own ‘subtle’ way Snape had been teaching Harry a valuable lesson, one he’d tried telling Harry during the last lesson with McGonagall at school. Sometimes your life depended on remaining in your animagus form, and thus necessary to learn control. It was a lesson well learnt and would not be easily forgotten. Still despite his injuries Harry had been getting about enjoying what was left of his summer holidays. Voldemort had been suspiciously quiet and Harry didn’t know whether to be happy or worried. Charlie had stayed an extra week at the burrow and Harry had been rather glad. The elder Weasley was good fun and kept Harry amused in more ways than one even if the Weasley wasn’t aware of it. Being injured had its advantages, like watching from the side lines as the Weasley’s played Quidditch or swam in the dam.
Tonight though Charlie was leaving for Russia, with his Dragon research group and Harry was disappointed he wouldn’t see the elder Weasley again for another year.
“Fuck.” Harry muttered under his breath as he dropped ice cream down his pajamas. Setting the bowl aside Harry got to his feet and disappeared into the kitchen to get a cloth to wipe it up before it stained on his top. Charlie followed him through, dressed in his traveling robes and dragon skin boots, carrying his own empty ice cream bowl. Charlie looked delicious, his shoulder length hair tied up neatly in a leather band and his wand sitting in it’s specially designed holder on his belt.
“Here, let me.” Harry averted his gaze when he realized he’d been staring at Charlie and tried to wipe at the mess on his top. Charlie grabbed the wet sponge and gently washed the ice cream away before tossing it back into the sink. Harry blushed a little as Charlie’s fingers brushed his neck in a meaningless caress.
“When do you go?” Harry queried as he pulled at his wet top irritably.
“As soon as they get here, they’re due anytime.” Charlie glanced over his shoulder at the Weasley’s clock, the hand bearing Charlie’s picture ticking closer to the section that read ‘Flown the Coop’. “So what’s for you this new school year Harry? This is your sixth year right?” Charlie inquired as he leant against the bench to glance out the window looking for his group to arrive.
“Yeah, sixth year.” Harry whispered wondering where his ability to form coherent sentences went when he was talking with Charlie.
“Cool, I spent my sixth year chasing birds, don’t remember what I actually learned but I’m sure it went in because I passed everything.”
“Birds?” Harry inquired in confusion having not heard the expression the elder wizard was using.
“Birds, dolls, chicks.” Charlie turned around from the window and smiled crookedly at Harry who still had no idea what the elder Weasley was talking about. “Women Harry, Witches. I spent my sixth year snogging witches behind the gargoyle on the fifth floor.”
“Oh.” Harry finally caught on to what Charlie was saying, but with realization came a swift kick in the chest. Charlie was straight. Not that Harry had ever doubted it, Ron often thrilled him with tales of his elder brothers sexual escapades and none of them involved other wizards. Still hearing it from the elder Weasley’s own mouth was a blow to the gut and Harry only managed a weak smile in reply. It was lucky really that there was a collection of simultaneous cracks that echoed from the garden and Charlie’s attention was instantly taken outside.
“Mum, Dad they’re here I’m going!” Harry got swept up in the mad rush in the kitchen as Charlie collected his things and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley escorted him outside. With only his light pajama’s covering his thin frame and nothing on his feet Harry stood on the step into the kitchen as he watched as Charlie greeted all his friends. A bitter twist of jealousy rooted itself in Harry’s chest as he watched Charlie embrace several of the other wizards, most of whom looked just as fine as Charlie did in his traveling cloak and leathers. The conversation was caught up on the wind and Harry froze as he saw Charlie and one of his friends look towards him their conversation inadvertently overheard.
“Who’s the kid in the pajamas?” Harry watched as Charlie’s friend nodded his head towards him before Charlie chuckled and turned back to his friend.
“Just one of my little brothers school friends.” Charlie offered coolly as they both chuckled and turned back to join the conversation of the group. Harry was gutted as he stared down at himself dressed like a 10 year old in Dudley’s hand me down pajamas and with a wet patch on his top. Harry was about to turn and leave when another two cracks echoed in the garden and two familiar figures stepped into the light streaming out of the backdoor.
“Albus, Professor Snape you’re early.” Mr. Weasley parted from his son long enough to greet the two new arrivals. “Make yourself at home we won’t be long.”
“Evening Harry how’s the arm?” Albus immediately accepted Mr. Weasley’s offered and strode to the kitchen door, pausing to greet Harry who was still standing there.
“Sore.” Harry offered coldly not meeting the headmasters sparkling eyes.
“Never mind Harry, such things take time to heal my boy.” With a soft pat on his back Dumbledore continued inside leaving Harry staring at Snape’s figure. Snape made to walk towards the door as well but a member of Charlie’s group made him pause as he called his name.
“Professor? Sweet Merlin please tell me you’re not still teaching…” Harry felt an angry twist in his throat as he watched Snape easily fold into the group of dragon researchers, fitting in seamlessly with their conversation. Harry watched them as they exchanged greetings and pleasantries Snape his usual collected self as he talked to his former students. Finally though the potion professor was released from their conversation the group already late. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Snape stepped back from the group who automatically got into formation on the front lawn. With a final wave to his parents Charlie and his research group were gone a loud crack marking their exit.
Snape was the first to turn back to the house and Harry glared at the elder wizard as he stalked in his usual fashion to the door.
“Don’t aim too high Potter, you’ll only be disappointed.” Was the off-handed confusing comment as Snape stepped past Harry and into the house. “Nice pajamas.” Snape finished quickly. Harry glared at the elder wizard but was prevented from replying with his own cutting remark when the Weasley returned and Mrs. Weasley ushered him back inside, scolding him for being out in the cool night air with nothing on. Harry with his pride wounded and feeling extremely hurt didn’t even bother hanging around in the lounge room and retired to his room without a goodnight to anyone. Charlie Weasley thought him a child and Snape no less thought the same, and even though he should care, he did and life was shitty….
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
“What a complete and utter bastard, I can’t believe he did it. Mum nearly passed out when she saw him do it. We all knew he was working for you-know-who but Dumbledore really can’t say he’s on our side now.” Ron grumbled angrily as he passed Harry a bowl of ice cream from the tray Charlie Weasley had brought into the living room.
“Ron, it’s not polite to bitch about people when they’re not here to defend themselves.” Charlie chided his little brother pointedly as he took a bowl of ice cream for himself and sat down in the recliner by the fire. Harry blushed a little when Charlie smiled at him warmly before picking up his Quidditch magazine to begin reading again.
“Charlie’s right Ronald, Professor Snape did what he could in the situation. Besides if he hadn’t been there to prompt Harry to transform he might not be here now.” Hermione took a petite bite of her apple crumble and ice cream as she flicked the page of her potions textbook, having already begun studying for the start of school.
“I still say he tried to kill you.” Ron muttered into his ice cream, as he looked sideways at Harry who was struggling to feed himself with his right arm still bandaged up tightly. It had been two weeks since the accident and Harry had endured many lectures, about why bat’s fly only at night and that there are no second chances in your animagus form. It had also been two weeks since Harry had seen Snape, the potions professor keeping an extremely low profile, his absence from the meetings and daily order routine notable. Despite everyone’s opinion on the subject Harry had come to his own conclusions about Snape dropping him from the tree. In his own ‘subtle’ way Snape had been teaching Harry a valuable lesson, one he’d tried telling Harry during the last lesson with McGonagall at school. Sometimes your life depended on remaining in your animagus form, and thus necessary to learn control. It was a lesson well learnt and would not be easily forgotten. Still despite his injuries Harry had been getting about enjoying what was left of his summer holidays. Voldemort had been suspiciously quiet and Harry didn’t know whether to be happy or worried. Charlie had stayed an extra week at the burrow and Harry had been rather glad. The elder Weasley was good fun and kept Harry amused in more ways than one even if the Weasley wasn’t aware of it. Being injured had its advantages, like watching from the side lines as the Weasley’s played Quidditch or swam in the dam.
Tonight though Charlie was leaving for Russia, with his Dragon research group and Harry was disappointed he wouldn’t see the elder Weasley again for another year.
“Fuck.” Harry muttered under his breath as he dropped ice cream down his pajamas. Setting the bowl aside Harry got to his feet and disappeared into the kitchen to get a cloth to wipe it up before it stained on his top. Charlie followed him through, dressed in his traveling robes and dragon skin boots, carrying his own empty ice cream bowl. Charlie looked delicious, his shoulder length hair tied up neatly in a leather band and his wand sitting in it’s specially designed holder on his belt.
“Here, let me.” Harry averted his gaze when he realized he’d been staring at Charlie and tried to wipe at the mess on his top. Charlie grabbed the wet sponge and gently washed the ice cream away before tossing it back into the sink. Harry blushed a little as Charlie’s fingers brushed his neck in a meaningless caress.
“When do you go?” Harry queried as he pulled at his wet top irritably.
“As soon as they get here, they’re due anytime.” Charlie glanced over his shoulder at the Weasley’s clock, the hand bearing Charlie’s picture ticking closer to the section that read ‘Flown the Coop’. “So what’s for you this new school year Harry? This is your sixth year right?” Charlie inquired as he leant against the bench to glance out the window looking for his group to arrive.
“Yeah, sixth year.” Harry whispered wondering where his ability to form coherent sentences went when he was talking with Charlie.
“Cool, I spent my sixth year chasing birds, don’t remember what I actually learned but I’m sure it went in because I passed everything.”
“Birds?” Harry inquired in confusion having not heard the expression the elder wizard was using.
“Birds, dolls, chicks.” Charlie turned around from the window and smiled crookedly at Harry who still had no idea what the elder Weasley was talking about. “Women Harry, Witches. I spent my sixth year snogging witches behind the gargoyle on the fifth floor.”
“Oh.” Harry finally caught on to what Charlie was saying, but with realization came a swift kick in the chest. Charlie was straight. Not that Harry had ever doubted it, Ron often thrilled him with tales of his elder brothers sexual escapades and none of them involved other wizards. Still hearing it from the elder Weasley’s own mouth was a blow to the gut and Harry only managed a weak smile in reply. It was lucky really that there was a collection of simultaneous cracks that echoed from the garden and Charlie’s attention was instantly taken outside.
“Mum, Dad they’re here I’m going!” Harry got swept up in the mad rush in the kitchen as Charlie collected his things and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley escorted him outside. With only his light pajama’s covering his thin frame and nothing on his feet Harry stood on the step into the kitchen as he watched as Charlie greeted all his friends. A bitter twist of jealousy rooted itself in Harry’s chest as he watched Charlie embrace several of the other wizards, most of whom looked just as fine as Charlie did in his traveling cloak and leathers. The conversation was caught up on the wind and Harry froze as he saw Charlie and one of his friends look towards him their conversation inadvertently overheard.
“Who’s the kid in the pajamas?” Harry watched as Charlie’s friend nodded his head towards him before Charlie chuckled and turned back to his friend.
“Just one of my little brothers school friends.” Charlie offered coolly as they both chuckled and turned back to join the conversation of the group. Harry was gutted as he stared down at himself dressed like a 10 year old in Dudley’s hand me down pajamas and with a wet patch on his top. Harry was about to turn and leave when another two cracks echoed in the garden and two familiar figures stepped into the light streaming out of the backdoor.
“Albus, Professor Snape you’re early.” Mr. Weasley parted from his son long enough to greet the two new arrivals. “Make yourself at home we won’t be long.”
“Evening Harry how’s the arm?” Albus immediately accepted Mr. Weasley’s offered and strode to the kitchen door, pausing to greet Harry who was still standing there.
“Sore.” Harry offered coldly not meeting the headmasters sparkling eyes.
“Never mind Harry, such things take time to heal my boy.” With a soft pat on his back Dumbledore continued inside leaving Harry staring at Snape’s figure. Snape made to walk towards the door as well but a member of Charlie’s group made him pause as he called his name.
“Professor? Sweet Merlin please tell me you’re not still teaching…” Harry felt an angry twist in his throat as he watched Snape easily fold into the group of dragon researchers, fitting in seamlessly with their conversation. Harry watched them as they exchanged greetings and pleasantries Snape his usual collected self as he talked to his former students. Finally though the potion professor was released from their conversation the group already late. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Snape stepped back from the group who automatically got into formation on the front lawn. With a final wave to his parents Charlie and his research group were gone a loud crack marking their exit.
Snape was the first to turn back to the house and Harry glared at the elder wizard as he stalked in his usual fashion to the door.
“Don’t aim too high Potter, you’ll only be disappointed.” Was the off-handed confusing comment as Snape stepped past Harry and into the house. “Nice pajamas.” Snape finished quickly. Harry glared at the elder wizard but was prevented from replying with his own cutting remark when the Weasley returned and Mrs. Weasley ushered him back inside, scolding him for being out in the cool night air with nothing on. Harry with his pride wounded and feeling extremely hurt didn’t even bother hanging around in the lounge room and retired to his room without a goodnight to anyone. Charlie Weasley thought him a child and Snape no less thought the same, and even though he should care, he did and life was shitty….
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>