Against His Nature
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
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Makes fools of us all.
CHAPTER 7
“That’s quite a collection of gifts Severus, for someone as ungiving as yourself.” Snape rolled over in bed and stared at the blonde figure standing in the doorway, a bouquet of freshly picked herbs in one hand and a large bottle of whisky in the other.
“Fuck off Malfoy.” Snape rarely swore but considering how he felt Lucius Malfoy was the last person on earth he wanted to see right now. He felt tired, drained and hungry. The hunger was the worst because no matter what he ate it wouldn’t abate. The hunger that clawed at his stomach wouldn’t be sated by house elf made meals and it made him sick to just think about it. On top of how dreadful he felt was the cards and gifts that had poured in. Just as Lucius had first predicted Snape had become prime meat in the marriage market and every pureblood family were sending him offers of marriage and gifts as sweeteners to the deal.
“I know how you hate flowers.” Malfoy wiggled the bunch of herbs as he smirked at the array of sickly flower arrangements adorning every spare surface of Snape’s bedroom. Snape rolled his eyes and gestured to the bottle of whisky.
“That better be vintage.” Malfoy chuckled as he conjured a chair at the side of Snape’s bed and with a flick of his wand called two glasses from Snape’s liquor cabinet in the living room.
“Older than the both of us put together.” Snape rolled his eyes at Malfoy’s boast and snatched the glass from the blonde’s hand in order to down the amber liquid in one go. Usual practice was to savor every mouthful of the vintage alcohol but Snape needed something to dampen the swell of hunger that rose in his body at having another warm body so close to his own. There was silence as the two of them sipped a second glass of whisky, each wizard lost in their own thoughts. Snape could feel Lucius staring at him though, and knew the silence wouldn’t last long.
“My offer still stands Severus. You don’t need to put yourself through this. Draco is…”
“Not the one.” Severus muttered darkly swallowing the heave that threatened to turn nasty at the mere memory of what Draco Malfoy had smelt like in his classroom the last two weeks. Lucius fell into silence, his lips tightening slightly but not betraying what he was thinking. “You may as well give up Lucius, Draco would be nothing more than a meal for me, besides the fact it’d scare the boy half to death.”
“You think my son can’t handle your kind?” Lucius looked mildly affronted at the insult but Severus had neither the energy nor the care to argue.
“I think Draco is in love with a delusional idea of me, and I assure you reality would be far more confronting than the bullshit you’ve been feeding him. Besides the fact the boy’s young, he doesn’t deserve to be exposed to….” Snape paused rethinking what he was about to say. “No one deserves to be witness to my disgrace.” Snape ended quietly and took a long sip of his whisky.
“Are you afraid he’ll desert you like Lilly did?” Snape looked up from his glass and glared at Lucius over the rim, his blue eyes flashing angrily as his upper lip twitched over the extended canines.
“Lilly Evan’s was a fool to think she could tame me, and you are a fool to underestimate what I can do.” Snape ran his tongue unconsciously over his bottom lip as his eyes focused on the creamy white skin of Lucius neck, the pulse point just throbbing above the neckline of the robe. Lucius stood quickly and leaned over to Snape, pressing his face directly into the other wizards causing Snape to growl at the closeness of such a temptation.
“No one calls me a fool Severus Snape, and you forget that when the hunger drives you insane it will be to me you will come begging less some innocent student dies and your place as Voldemort spy in Hogwart’s is made redundant.” With a nasty growl of his own Lucius had stood back up straight and with a flurry of robes disappeared into the flames of the fireplace. With fists clenched and teeth grinding Snape threw himself back against the pillow and closed his eyes, willing his body back into submission and control. Lucius Malfoy was persistent but Snape had willpower on his side.
TBC>>>>>
A/N Just a quicky, sorry to post and run but I'm on my way out of town so I've got to be quick. Hope you're still all enjoying it, I think I feel some sexual tension coming on...
“That’s quite a collection of gifts Severus, for someone as ungiving as yourself.” Snape rolled over in bed and stared at the blonde figure standing in the doorway, a bouquet of freshly picked herbs in one hand and a large bottle of whisky in the other.
“Fuck off Malfoy.” Snape rarely swore but considering how he felt Lucius Malfoy was the last person on earth he wanted to see right now. He felt tired, drained and hungry. The hunger was the worst because no matter what he ate it wouldn’t abate. The hunger that clawed at his stomach wouldn’t be sated by house elf made meals and it made him sick to just think about it. On top of how dreadful he felt was the cards and gifts that had poured in. Just as Lucius had first predicted Snape had become prime meat in the marriage market and every pureblood family were sending him offers of marriage and gifts as sweeteners to the deal.
“I know how you hate flowers.” Malfoy wiggled the bunch of herbs as he smirked at the array of sickly flower arrangements adorning every spare surface of Snape’s bedroom. Snape rolled his eyes and gestured to the bottle of whisky.
“That better be vintage.” Malfoy chuckled as he conjured a chair at the side of Snape’s bed and with a flick of his wand called two glasses from Snape’s liquor cabinet in the living room.
“Older than the both of us put together.” Snape rolled his eyes at Malfoy’s boast and snatched the glass from the blonde’s hand in order to down the amber liquid in one go. Usual practice was to savor every mouthful of the vintage alcohol but Snape needed something to dampen the swell of hunger that rose in his body at having another warm body so close to his own. There was silence as the two of them sipped a second glass of whisky, each wizard lost in their own thoughts. Snape could feel Lucius staring at him though, and knew the silence wouldn’t last long.
“My offer still stands Severus. You don’t need to put yourself through this. Draco is…”
“Not the one.” Severus muttered darkly swallowing the heave that threatened to turn nasty at the mere memory of what Draco Malfoy had smelt like in his classroom the last two weeks. Lucius fell into silence, his lips tightening slightly but not betraying what he was thinking. “You may as well give up Lucius, Draco would be nothing more than a meal for me, besides the fact it’d scare the boy half to death.”
“You think my son can’t handle your kind?” Lucius looked mildly affronted at the insult but Severus had neither the energy nor the care to argue.
“I think Draco is in love with a delusional idea of me, and I assure you reality would be far more confronting than the bullshit you’ve been feeding him. Besides the fact the boy’s young, he doesn’t deserve to be exposed to….” Snape paused rethinking what he was about to say. “No one deserves to be witness to my disgrace.” Snape ended quietly and took a long sip of his whisky.
“Are you afraid he’ll desert you like Lilly did?” Snape looked up from his glass and glared at Lucius over the rim, his blue eyes flashing angrily as his upper lip twitched over the extended canines.
“Lilly Evan’s was a fool to think she could tame me, and you are a fool to underestimate what I can do.” Snape ran his tongue unconsciously over his bottom lip as his eyes focused on the creamy white skin of Lucius neck, the pulse point just throbbing above the neckline of the robe. Lucius stood quickly and leaned over to Snape, pressing his face directly into the other wizards causing Snape to growl at the closeness of such a temptation.
“No one calls me a fool Severus Snape, and you forget that when the hunger drives you insane it will be to me you will come begging less some innocent student dies and your place as Voldemort spy in Hogwart’s is made redundant.” With a nasty growl of his own Lucius had stood back up straight and with a flurry of robes disappeared into the flames of the fireplace. With fists clenched and teeth grinding Snape threw himself back against the pillow and closed his eyes, willing his body back into submission and control. Lucius Malfoy was persistent but Snape had willpower on his side.
TBC>>>>>
A/N Just a quicky, sorry to post and run but I'm on my way out of town so I've got to be quick. Hope you're still all enjoying it, I think I feel some sexual tension coming on...