Cupid Painted Blind

Chapter 7. ” If you have tears, prepare to shed them now”


Hermione and Ron dutifully deposited Harry at the door to Snape’s apartment and scurried away to dinner casting looks of apology over their retreating shoulders.

Harry waved and waited until they were out of sight then knocked upon the massive leather covered and silver studded door. He stood waiting at first patiently then with growing annoyance. He knocked louder and more insistently.

The portrait of one Salazar Slytherin observed his lack of progress with vague interest. “Try the doorknob if the Professor is expecting you then the wards will likely be set to admit you.” Salazar offered with exasperation, *Stupid Gryffindor*.

The knob turned and the massive door swung silently inwards admitting Harry. He walked quietly into the room the door quietly closing behind him.

“Hello Girl” called Harry spotting the magnificent and haughty owl from earlier. By way of response she studiously ignored him putting her head under her wing, as he approached.

“Its ok girl I won’t hurt you” said Harry tenderly stroking her back. As an after thought she remembered the letter and popping her head out she picked it up offering it to him.

H Be seated, dinner shall arrive shortly. There is much to discuss. S

Harry gazed around the well appointed room. Wall to wall bookcases rivalled Hogwarts own library, the furniture was a little worn, quite old and obviously expensive. To one side dominating the area before the hearth were two large wingback leather chairs, an inviting buttoned lounge that purred comfort and a long low table.

Near where the owl roosted stretched a table that could easily seat eight to ten but one end was eclipsed with books, quills bottles and parchments. The other end had been set with three spaces for dinner.

Choosing a seat before the raging fire he was only mildly surprised when a steaming mug of hot chocolate, with marshmallows, appeared on the table before him.

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Snape and Victor reluctantly moved from their embrace to the ensuite. Possibly it was a bad idea to share a shower but as bad ideas go it was a good one.

Cool, calm and collected, draped in long heavy velvet wrap around robes but totally naked underneath *sigh* they glided into the lounge and found Harry dozing by the fire.

In an audible ‘crack’ dinner appeared on the table. Harry stirred the smell of food beckoning him to waken.

Stirring his eyes fell on the object of his dreams and desire. In a completely witless and unguarded moment his mouth engaged ahead of his brain with “Mmm Severus you are such a wet dream. Where can we get horizontal?”

Severus’ was floored but recovered with a smile that was genuine, warm and crotch tickling; he raised one eyebrow.

Harry went from draped across the lounge to sitting bolt upright, the sure reflexes of a champion seeker. *I am soooo dead* he starred into the depths of the fire terrified momentarily of looking anywhere else and certain of being cast into Hell.

Breath warm upon his neck, made him jump. So sexy and sensual it ran goose-bumps down his spine settling in his lap as heated throbbing need.

That chocolate voice, from which so many ‘wet’ dreams are made, caressed his ear and tantalised his soul. “Now? Or after dinner?”

In the privacy of his chambers Snape was a different man to the one displayed in the open world, which at this moment in time was one more shock (albeit delightful) to the hormone ridden sexy man on his lounge.

“He is attractive this ‘cupido’ of yours, perhaps I should find one also any suggestions?” Spoke Victor watching with interest as he unfolded a napkin. “Bring your Adonis to the table my love”

Snape scooped Harry into his arms, Harry’s arms instinctively went around Snapes’ neck and emerald eyes drowned in ebony. They were at the table quicker than Harry would have liked but his whole world went to ‘hell in a hand basket’ when Severus captured his lips.

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