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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
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27
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26,804
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76
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1
Currently Reading:
1
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A Proposition
-- An old friend is about to come out and play! SP
Chapter the Seventh – A Proposition
“Hi, my name’s Harry, can I take your or…” Harry’s voice trailed off as he stared at the taller man looking down at him.
“Fuck off!” He snarled and stomped away.
“How charming,” the other said, after following the other. “Do you treat all your potential clients so hospitably?”
Harry growled low in his throat. A purely animalistic sound that seemed to amuse the other.
“Dear me, you do seem tense. I came here to se if the rumour I had heard was true. I can see that it is. A child. You are to be congratulated. May I enquire as to the father?”
“No you may fucking not!” Harry retorted and tried to escape. A strong hand clamped over his left arm, the other’s free hand pressed warningly against Harry’s stomach.
“I will injure your child if necessary,” he other hissed. “I wish to speak with you, in private.”
Harry snarled “Fine” over his shoulder and led the other to one of the empty rooms.
The door closed and the two men looked at each other.
“Well?” Harry snapped.
The taller man spread his arms wide, “Firstly, I wish to apologise for my appalling behaviour just. I’m sorry I had to resort to threats, but I did need to speak with you. I expected, rightly as it turned out, resistance from you, and, despite what I said, would never have harmed your boy.”
“A boy?” Harry said, surprise and delight spreading across his face. “I’m having a boy?”
“Again, it appears I must apologise. I assumed you knew you were carrying a son.”
“How do you know what I’m carrying?” Harry asked, curious, but a little suspicious.
“Some are gifted with the ability to carry children, others are gifted with the talent for knowing their gender. You are the former, I am the latter.
“Now, as to what I wish to speak with you about. I have heard that you have no contact with the other father, nor do you wish any.”
Harry glowered but made no answer.
The visitor sighed patiently. “I am willing to help you, to protect you, to provide for you and your son. I wish for an heir.”
Harry snorted. “You have one! What, forgotten Draco have you?” He regretted the words the instant they were out of his mouth.
“Ah, I see you do recognise me. I thought, given your extremely rude reaction to me earlier that that was the case, but I couldn’t be sure. No, my dear infantile boy, I have not forgotten my son,” Lucius Malfoy sneered the last word, “However, I feel that now would be a good time to mention that he isn’t my child. He is the son of my brother. When Thadius died I tried to raise Draco as my own, tried to give him proper Malfoy values, but failed. He has rebelled and gone off with some entirely inappropriate girl. All I want is the chance to try again, to raise a son as a proper Malfoy.”
“Not. A. Chance.” Harry managed through gritted teeth. “I don’t need your protection or your money. And I certainly don’t want my son raised as a Malfoy.”
“It would be an arrangement that would benefit you too,” Lucius continued smoothly, as if Harry hadn’t interrupted. “You would live with me at the manor, I would be willing to Commit to you so that in the event of my death, the child, and you, would still be protected by the Malfoy name and position.”
“What position? You’re all convicted Death Eaters!” Harry mocked.
“Watch your tongue, boy,” Lucius spoke coldly, the menace in his tone clear, even if his wand was hidden out of sight, “My conviction was overturned by the Minister for Magic himself.”
“Yeah, right before he was sent to St Mungo’s” Harry returned, sneering.
“It was a tragic accident,” Lucius said hypocritically, “However, I believe I was explaining my proposition.”
“Look,” Harry started, “I’m very flattered,” he lied, “but I’m not interested. I don’t like you, you don’t know me. I’m not about to hand my child over to you. Please leave.”
Lucius shrugged his shoulders gracefully. “Very well. However, you are incorrect in a few assumptions you made. You do like me, and I do know you, Mr Potter.”
Harry stopped breathing.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
Lucius stepped closer and closer to the frightened man. His voice was calm, soothing, “I did say that my proposition had mutual benefits. I would do everything in my power to ensure that your secret remained secret.” He bent his head, one elegant hand cupping the back of Harry’s head.
I don’t want this. Do I?
The ex Death Eater smiled softly. Harry wasn’t pulling away from the hold. Gently, slowly, the blond dipped his head further and brushed his soft lips over Harry’s chapped ones.
Oh, god, I want this.
Malfoy pulled very slightly away, pleased when Harry moaned and pressed his lips against the other.
Lucius allowed the kiss for a moment, then pulled back. He waited.
“Please,” Harry begged softly. “Please,”
The taller man bent again and kissed the younger passionately, before leading Harry to the bed.
-- Yes, the next chapter is LM/HP, and is the longest sex scene I've ever written! SP
Chapter the Seventh – A Proposition
“Hi, my name’s Harry, can I take your or…” Harry’s voice trailed off as he stared at the taller man looking down at him.
“Fuck off!” He snarled and stomped away.
“How charming,” the other said, after following the other. “Do you treat all your potential clients so hospitably?”
Harry growled low in his throat. A purely animalistic sound that seemed to amuse the other.
“Dear me, you do seem tense. I came here to se if the rumour I had heard was true. I can see that it is. A child. You are to be congratulated. May I enquire as to the father?”
“No you may fucking not!” Harry retorted and tried to escape. A strong hand clamped over his left arm, the other’s free hand pressed warningly against Harry’s stomach.
“I will injure your child if necessary,” he other hissed. “I wish to speak with you, in private.”
Harry snarled “Fine” over his shoulder and led the other to one of the empty rooms.
The door closed and the two men looked at each other.
“Well?” Harry snapped.
The taller man spread his arms wide, “Firstly, I wish to apologise for my appalling behaviour just. I’m sorry I had to resort to threats, but I did need to speak with you. I expected, rightly as it turned out, resistance from you, and, despite what I said, would never have harmed your boy.”
“A boy?” Harry said, surprise and delight spreading across his face. “I’m having a boy?”
“Again, it appears I must apologise. I assumed you knew you were carrying a son.”
“How do you know what I’m carrying?” Harry asked, curious, but a little suspicious.
“Some are gifted with the ability to carry children, others are gifted with the talent for knowing their gender. You are the former, I am the latter.
“Now, as to what I wish to speak with you about. I have heard that you have no contact with the other father, nor do you wish any.”
Harry glowered but made no answer.
The visitor sighed patiently. “I am willing to help you, to protect you, to provide for you and your son. I wish for an heir.”
Harry snorted. “You have one! What, forgotten Draco have you?” He regretted the words the instant they were out of his mouth.
“Ah, I see you do recognise me. I thought, given your extremely rude reaction to me earlier that that was the case, but I couldn’t be sure. No, my dear infantile boy, I have not forgotten my son,” Lucius Malfoy sneered the last word, “However, I feel that now would be a good time to mention that he isn’t my child. He is the son of my brother. When Thadius died I tried to raise Draco as my own, tried to give him proper Malfoy values, but failed. He has rebelled and gone off with some entirely inappropriate girl. All I want is the chance to try again, to raise a son as a proper Malfoy.”
“Not. A. Chance.” Harry managed through gritted teeth. “I don’t need your protection or your money. And I certainly don’t want my son raised as a Malfoy.”
“It would be an arrangement that would benefit you too,” Lucius continued smoothly, as if Harry hadn’t interrupted. “You would live with me at the manor, I would be willing to Commit to you so that in the event of my death, the child, and you, would still be protected by the Malfoy name and position.”
“What position? You’re all convicted Death Eaters!” Harry mocked.
“Watch your tongue, boy,” Lucius spoke coldly, the menace in his tone clear, even if his wand was hidden out of sight, “My conviction was overturned by the Minister for Magic himself.”
“Yeah, right before he was sent to St Mungo’s” Harry returned, sneering.
“It was a tragic accident,” Lucius said hypocritically, “However, I believe I was explaining my proposition.”
“Look,” Harry started, “I’m very flattered,” he lied, “but I’m not interested. I don’t like you, you don’t know me. I’m not about to hand my child over to you. Please leave.”
Lucius shrugged his shoulders gracefully. “Very well. However, you are incorrect in a few assumptions you made. You do like me, and I do know you, Mr Potter.”
Harry stopped breathing.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
Lucius stepped closer and closer to the frightened man. His voice was calm, soothing, “I did say that my proposition had mutual benefits. I would do everything in my power to ensure that your secret remained secret.” He bent his head, one elegant hand cupping the back of Harry’s head.
I don’t want this. Do I?
The ex Death Eater smiled softly. Harry wasn’t pulling away from the hold. Gently, slowly, the blond dipped his head further and brushed his soft lips over Harry’s chapped ones.
Oh, god, I want this.
Malfoy pulled very slightly away, pleased when Harry moaned and pressed his lips against the other.
Lucius allowed the kiss for a moment, then pulled back. He waited.
“Please,” Harry begged softly. “Please,”
The taller man bent again and kissed the younger passionately, before leading Harry to the bed.
-- Yes, the next chapter is LM/HP, and is the longest sex scene I've ever written! SP