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Chapter Seven - I Spy A Sneak
A/N: I love my chapter titles! Don't you? lol ^.^This chapter should have lots of my favorite character (Draco), if it goes as planned. Also, some Snape-Draco interaction in this chapter. I always make Severus be Draco's godfather, so there's a lot of affection and caring between them. Shows another side of Snape. There also might be more Draco-Gryffindor interaction. Please rate and review. - FallenAngel
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Saturday, After Dinner:
Draco walked up to the painting of a snake wrapped around a sword. "Perfectionist." He drawled and the wall slid open.
"Ah, Draco." Severus smiled warmly at his godson as he entered. "Come, have some tea."
"No, thank you, Sev. I despise mint tea." The blonde flung himself into an armchair near the fire, across from his godfather. "Besides, I came here for a reason."
Severus's mouth twitched up at the corners. "You mean more of a reason then escaping that annoying Parkinson chit and coming to bother me?"
Draco grinned widely, and laughed. "Yes, Sev, for once I have a viable reason for visiting. I need to ask you something."
Still smiling slightly, Snape said wryly. "You mean there's something you don't know?"
"It's not something I would have concerned myself with under normal circumstances." He explained. His gray eyes became serious and his voice lost a bit of its drawl. "But I have something to gain by understanding what's going on. Not to mention I'm the reason the whole mess got started."
Severus sat back in his armchair, considering Draco over his cup of tea. "Tell me, Draco. What exactly is it that you want to know?"
"What happened during your detention with Potter?" He noticed his uncle's confused look and clarified. "Last Friday. What did you say to him?"
Severus's eyes narrowed. "What happened during that detention is none of your business, Draco." His obsidian eyes narrowed further. "Why do you care? And what do you mean it's your fault it happened?"
'Damn, Potter didn't tell anyone it was a bet.' Draco thought, a bit surprised. When he replied, though, his voice was even. "Simple, Sev. I'm the one who encouraged Potter to tell you he loves you. Now, said Golden Boy is neither eating nor sleeping properly. He hasn't been since last Friday. I feel," Draco concluded. "That I am, at least a little, responsible."
"And having suddenly developed a conscience." Severus sneered, the first time Draco could remember his godfather directing a sneer at him. "You care that you upset Harry Potter?"
"First off, Sev." Draco snarled back. "I didn't upset the Savior of the Wizarding World, you did. I simply contributed to the situation."
Severus nodded and the Slytherin continued tersely. "Furthermore, I do not give a whit that Saint Potter not taking proper care of himself, or that I may be partially responsible. However," He added when Severus moved to interrupt. "A rather large group of Gryffindors feels that I am to blame."
"Why don't you just ignore these students?" When Draco raised an eyebrow, the Potion's Master sighed. "If they've threatened you..."
"They didn't threaten me." The young man muttered. "The Weasley chit was leading the pack and they practically begged me."
Severus shook his head. "And why, Draco, would you give in to a group of begging Gryffindors?"
Draco's mouth curved up into a wry smile. "That girl has the widest, golden-brown eyes I've ever seen, Sev." He chuckled a bit ruefully. "I found it very difficult to refuse. Especially when they agreed to give me something I want when I deliver to them the information they requested."
"And what could they possibly give you that you cannot obtain without resorting to being a sneak?" Severus asked smoothly.
"Uh-uh-uh." Draco tutted softly. "I'll tell you what I'm getting when I'm sure I'll actually be receiving it."
The Potion's Master sighed and nodded, setting his tea on a side table and massaging his temples. "Very well, Draco, I will tell you. Potter was questioning my sexual orientation, rather persistently, and I fear I lost my temper."
"Merlin, Sev, what did you say to him?" The blonde looked horrified. "You didn't hex him, did you?"
"No, I didn't hex him." Severus said in an irritated tone. "I merely yelled a bit."
Draco rubbed his forehead, just between his eyes. "Alright, what exactly did you say?"
Severus sighed, still rubbing his temples. "I told him not to speak to me disrespectfully, then I called him a whining, bratty child, or something to that effect and said that was all he'd ever be to me."
The blonde nodded thoughtfully. "Well, that's not so bad. Is that all you said?"
"Not hardly." Snape stood and walked to his liquor cabinet, pouring himself a glass of brandy and then returning to his armchair. "He was cowering back in his chair and told him to get rid of his romantic notions about me. I believe I said something about his fantasies and I'm sure I mentioned him being thick-headed." He took a sip of his brandy and added. "I also said he was delusional."
"Oh good grief!" Draco groaned, closing his eyes and slumping back in his chair. Covering his face with his hands, he continued in a muffled voice. "Anything else?"
Severus made a small noise, then took another, rather large, sip before confessing. "Well, after I said all that," he stopped, then corrected. "Or rather, while I was saying that, he got very pale. He was staring at me in a horrified way. Then, when I'd finished, he jumped up, mumbled a goodbye, and ran off."
"Did he actually run off?" Draco asked, growing more curious. "Or did he sulk off?"
Severus thought for a minute before replying. "He sort of slid around me, then he definitely ran out. Looked like a horde of Death Eaters were after him."
"Do you mean just because he was running so fast," Draco inquired. "Or did he look scared?"
"Scared." His uncle replied, closing his eyes and drinking more of his brandy. "Scared and confused and I think a bit angry." Opening his eyes, he frowned at his godson. "Why, does it matter?"
"It might not." Draco admitted. "I've got to explain it all to Granger and see what she makes of it all. She knows Potter better then I do."
Severus nodded. "Right. Which reminds me. What do you get out of this?"
His nephew rose and sighed, before hugging him and saying. "I get to go to the seventh year Christmas Masquerade with the girl I intend to marry."
"Granger?" Severus choked out. At Draco's disgusted look, he sighed in relief. "Oh, thank Merlin! So, who?"
Draco smiled and walked to the exit to Snape's private rooms. He opened the door and stepped out, calling over his shoulder as the door closed. "I'm going with Ginevra. Goodnight, Sev."
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Saturday Night, Midnight:
Draco sighed, seating himself on a desk in the empty classroom. "Stupid Gryffindors." He muttered. "They're late..."
The door opened about five minutes later and Hermione, Ron, Neville, and Ginny slipped into the room. "Sorry we're late." Hermione whispered. "We had some trouble with Peeves."
The Slytherin nodded, then quickly explained to the Gryffindors about the bet, and what he'd learned from Snape. When he finished, he looks at Hermione. "What do you make of it, Granger? I've got a theory, but you know Potter better then I do."
She nodded, thinking. "You're probably not far off with your theory." She declared. "Harry's pretty easy to read."
"You guys don't think he ran out because he realized..." Ginny trailed off, unwilling to complete that thought.
Draco and Hermione looked at each other, then nodded. "Has Potter acknowledged being gay?" He inquired.
Ron shook his head. "No, but I don't think he really is gay. I mean, he spent years in the Quidditch locker rooms with Fred and George and he never once even glanced at them."
Hermione frowned. "That may be true, Ron. I've never seen him react to any guy. Only girls."
"Actually," Neville broke in. "He does, sort of." He blushed, then continued. "There are times, in Potion's class, when Professor Snape is lecturing and Harry's eyes will glaze over a bit. But I don't think he notices."
Hermione sighed. "Alright, so he's not attracted to guys in general, just to Snape?"
Ginny frowned. "I don't know, that seems to be a bit farfetched, doesn't it? Maybe he just never realizes he's gay, or..."
"No, it's not farfetched." Draco interrupted. "It's just a matter of circumstance. But do you think suddenly realizing he finds Sev attractive would effect him this way?"
Ron snorted. "I'm surprised he didn't throw himself off the Astronomy Tower."
"He was yelling at Harry?" Ginny inquired, seemingly at complete random. "I mean, in-Harry's-face, all-out, yelling?"
"Sev was looming over him Potter was cowering back into an armchair." Draco shrugged. "Does that matter?"
Ginny nodded. "Not to say anything positive about Snape, but he has a gorgeous voice. He sort of purrs when he talks and growls when he yells. It's very enthralling. Also, he has beautiful black eyes."
Hermione nodded and jumped in. "When he's talking or yelling and he's looking right at you and he's standing over you, looking dangerous and intimidating..." She shivered delicately. "Well, it might have made Harry realize a few things, especially since Snape was screaming about 'romantic notions' and all of that."
Draco nodded thoughtfully. "Alright, I'm sufficiently intrigued enough to continue helping without anything further then that date I want." He smirked. "If I'm right about why Potter likes Sev, then this will only get worse." He laughed, a bit darkly. "My uncle isn't going to know what hit him."
Ginny smiled, almost weakly. "Somehow, I get the feeling this is going to come back to kick all of us in our collective asses." Then she laughed, too. "But hey, at least Harry will be happy."
The others nodded and the five students parted ways, the less likely to be caught, with promises of future meetings.
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A/N: No, Harry isn't gay. He likes girls, not guys. There is a reason he likes Snape, but not other guys. I promise to explain as soon as I can figure out all the details. Also, the painting of the snake wrapped around the sword...I took it from someone else's story, but I don't remember whose. If anyone knows, please tell me so I can give them credit for it! Thanks to all my lovely reviewers! to antipyro...now you know what he bargained for! lol, I know, I'm so nice as to give you more to wonder about whenever I answer a question! ^.^ Hugs and love to my reviewers! Please rate and review! - FallenAngel
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Saturday, After Dinner:
Draco walked up to the painting of a snake wrapped around a sword. "Perfectionist." He drawled and the wall slid open.
"Ah, Draco." Severus smiled warmly at his godson as he entered. "Come, have some tea."
"No, thank you, Sev. I despise mint tea." The blonde flung himself into an armchair near the fire, across from his godfather. "Besides, I came here for a reason."
Severus's mouth twitched up at the corners. "You mean more of a reason then escaping that annoying Parkinson chit and coming to bother me?"
Draco grinned widely, and laughed. "Yes, Sev, for once I have a viable reason for visiting. I need to ask you something."
Still smiling slightly, Snape said wryly. "You mean there's something you don't know?"
"It's not something I would have concerned myself with under normal circumstances." He explained. His gray eyes became serious and his voice lost a bit of its drawl. "But I have something to gain by understanding what's going on. Not to mention I'm the reason the whole mess got started."
Severus sat back in his armchair, considering Draco over his cup of tea. "Tell me, Draco. What exactly is it that you want to know?"
"What happened during your detention with Potter?" He noticed his uncle's confused look and clarified. "Last Friday. What did you say to him?"
Severus's eyes narrowed. "What happened during that detention is none of your business, Draco." His obsidian eyes narrowed further. "Why do you care? And what do you mean it's your fault it happened?"
'Damn, Potter didn't tell anyone it was a bet.' Draco thought, a bit surprised. When he replied, though, his voice was even. "Simple, Sev. I'm the one who encouraged Potter to tell you he loves you. Now, said Golden Boy is neither eating nor sleeping properly. He hasn't been since last Friday. I feel," Draco concluded. "That I am, at least a little, responsible."
"And having suddenly developed a conscience." Severus sneered, the first time Draco could remember his godfather directing a sneer at him. "You care that you upset Harry Potter?"
"First off, Sev." Draco snarled back. "I didn't upset the Savior of the Wizarding World, you did. I simply contributed to the situation."
Severus nodded and the Slytherin continued tersely. "Furthermore, I do not give a whit that Saint Potter not taking proper care of himself, or that I may be partially responsible. However," He added when Severus moved to interrupt. "A rather large group of Gryffindors feels that I am to blame."
"Why don't you just ignore these students?" When Draco raised an eyebrow, the Potion's Master sighed. "If they've threatened you..."
"They didn't threaten me." The young man muttered. "The Weasley chit was leading the pack and they practically begged me."
Severus shook his head. "And why, Draco, would you give in to a group of begging Gryffindors?"
Draco's mouth curved up into a wry smile. "That girl has the widest, golden-brown eyes I've ever seen, Sev." He chuckled a bit ruefully. "I found it very difficult to refuse. Especially when they agreed to give me something I want when I deliver to them the information they requested."
"And what could they possibly give you that you cannot obtain without resorting to being a sneak?" Severus asked smoothly.
"Uh-uh-uh." Draco tutted softly. "I'll tell you what I'm getting when I'm sure I'll actually be receiving it."
The Potion's Master sighed and nodded, setting his tea on a side table and massaging his temples. "Very well, Draco, I will tell you. Potter was questioning my sexual orientation, rather persistently, and I fear I lost my temper."
"Merlin, Sev, what did you say to him?" The blonde looked horrified. "You didn't hex him, did you?"
"No, I didn't hex him." Severus said in an irritated tone. "I merely yelled a bit."
Draco rubbed his forehead, just between his eyes. "Alright, what exactly did you say?"
Severus sighed, still rubbing his temples. "I told him not to speak to me disrespectfully, then I called him a whining, bratty child, or something to that effect and said that was all he'd ever be to me."
The blonde nodded thoughtfully. "Well, that's not so bad. Is that all you said?"
"Not hardly." Snape stood and walked to his liquor cabinet, pouring himself a glass of brandy and then returning to his armchair. "He was cowering back in his chair and told him to get rid of his romantic notions about me. I believe I said something about his fantasies and I'm sure I mentioned him being thick-headed." He took a sip of his brandy and added. "I also said he was delusional."
"Oh good grief!" Draco groaned, closing his eyes and slumping back in his chair. Covering his face with his hands, he continued in a muffled voice. "Anything else?"
Severus made a small noise, then took another, rather large, sip before confessing. "Well, after I said all that," he stopped, then corrected. "Or rather, while I was saying that, he got very pale. He was staring at me in a horrified way. Then, when I'd finished, he jumped up, mumbled a goodbye, and ran off."
"Did he actually run off?" Draco asked, growing more curious. "Or did he sulk off?"
Severus thought for a minute before replying. "He sort of slid around me, then he definitely ran out. Looked like a horde of Death Eaters were after him."
"Do you mean just because he was running so fast," Draco inquired. "Or did he look scared?"
"Scared." His uncle replied, closing his eyes and drinking more of his brandy. "Scared and confused and I think a bit angry." Opening his eyes, he frowned at his godson. "Why, does it matter?"
"It might not." Draco admitted. "I've got to explain it all to Granger and see what she makes of it all. She knows Potter better then I do."
Severus nodded. "Right. Which reminds me. What do you get out of this?"
His nephew rose and sighed, before hugging him and saying. "I get to go to the seventh year Christmas Masquerade with the girl I intend to marry."
"Granger?" Severus choked out. At Draco's disgusted look, he sighed in relief. "Oh, thank Merlin! So, who?"
Draco smiled and walked to the exit to Snape's private rooms. He opened the door and stepped out, calling over his shoulder as the door closed. "I'm going with Ginevra. Goodnight, Sev."
Saturday Night, Midnight:
Draco sighed, seating himself on a desk in the empty classroom. "Stupid Gryffindors." He muttered. "They're late..."
The door opened about five minutes later and Hermione, Ron, Neville, and Ginny slipped into the room. "Sorry we're late." Hermione whispered. "We had some trouble with Peeves."
The Slytherin nodded, then quickly explained to the Gryffindors about the bet, and what he'd learned from Snape. When he finished, he looks at Hermione. "What do you make of it, Granger? I've got a theory, but you know Potter better then I do."
She nodded, thinking. "You're probably not far off with your theory." She declared. "Harry's pretty easy to read."
"You guys don't think he ran out because he realized..." Ginny trailed off, unwilling to complete that thought.
Draco and Hermione looked at each other, then nodded. "Has Potter acknowledged being gay?" He inquired.
Ron shook his head. "No, but I don't think he really is gay. I mean, he spent years in the Quidditch locker rooms with Fred and George and he never once even glanced at them."
Hermione frowned. "That may be true, Ron. I've never seen him react to any guy. Only girls."
"Actually," Neville broke in. "He does, sort of." He blushed, then continued. "There are times, in Potion's class, when Professor Snape is lecturing and Harry's eyes will glaze over a bit. But I don't think he notices."
Hermione sighed. "Alright, so he's not attracted to guys in general, just to Snape?"
Ginny frowned. "I don't know, that seems to be a bit farfetched, doesn't it? Maybe he just never realizes he's gay, or..."
"No, it's not farfetched." Draco interrupted. "It's just a matter of circumstance. But do you think suddenly realizing he finds Sev attractive would effect him this way?"
Ron snorted. "I'm surprised he didn't throw himself off the Astronomy Tower."
"He was yelling at Harry?" Ginny inquired, seemingly at complete random. "I mean, in-Harry's-face, all-out, yelling?"
"Sev was looming over him Potter was cowering back into an armchair." Draco shrugged. "Does that matter?"
Ginny nodded. "Not to say anything positive about Snape, but he has a gorgeous voice. He sort of purrs when he talks and growls when he yells. It's very enthralling. Also, he has beautiful black eyes."
Hermione nodded and jumped in. "When he's talking or yelling and he's looking right at you and he's standing over you, looking dangerous and intimidating..." She shivered delicately. "Well, it might have made Harry realize a few things, especially since Snape was screaming about 'romantic notions' and all of that."
Draco nodded thoughtfully. "Alright, I'm sufficiently intrigued enough to continue helping without anything further then that date I want." He smirked. "If I'm right about why Potter likes Sev, then this will only get worse." He laughed, a bit darkly. "My uncle isn't going to know what hit him."
Ginny smiled, almost weakly. "Somehow, I get the feeling this is going to come back to kick all of us in our collective asses." Then she laughed, too. "But hey, at least Harry will be happy."
The others nodded and the five students parted ways, the less likely to be caught, with promises of future meetings.
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A/N: No, Harry isn't gay. He likes girls, not guys. There is a reason he likes Snape, but not other guys. I promise to explain as soon as I can figure out all the details. Also, the painting of the snake wrapped around the sword...I took it from someone else's story, but I don't remember whose. If anyone knows, please tell me so I can give them credit for it! Thanks to all my lovely reviewers! to antipyro...now you know what he bargained for! lol, I know, I'm so nice as to give you more to wonder about whenever I answer a question! ^.^ Hugs and love to my reviewers! Please rate and review! - FallenAngel