Cupid Painted Blind
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
12,905
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Me & You & Ogden's too
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Chapter 8. “The course of true love never did run smooth”
Bizarre, fantastic, remarkable, weird and wonderful, queer *giggle* unexpected, exotic, astonishing… all words that Harry felt could be used to describe the evening and it had only just begun.
Here he was sharing a normal conversation with two openly sensual men which he was bound to have dreams about forever. One of them was his ‘greasy git’ potions master who had held him in his arms and even kissed him. Praise be to Merlin if I am still in the medi-ward may I never awaken.
The conversation at the table stopped, the dulcet lyric voices as one had ceased and both ravishing creatures were staring at Harry with barely veiled lust. *Lust!!!*
“Please Harry” Sighed Snape “If only so we can get through dinner with some shred of decency, put up a shield or take a cold shower. Else we may have to throw you on the bread rolls and have our combined way with you”.
*Auuuugh that is so not helping* Harry wriggled. He doubted if he would ever look at bread rolls the same way now.
Both wet dreams had him in their focus the brooding looks alone were sending him on the slippery slope to shooters. Snape with an elegant wave of his hand indicated a door that hadn’t been there earlier and Harry made good an escape.
“You are a cruel heartless bastard” he heard Victor purr at his retreating back “Why thank you, I didn’t think you noticed”.
When he stepped out of the shower he noticed a robe similar to what Severus was wearing hovering by the door waiting for him. Towel drying his hair he went to get to his clothes that he had scattered on the floor only to discover the house elves were far too efficient. So naked he slipped on the robe amazed at how soft and comfortable it was.
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That the house elves were able to keep food hot on the serving table was a gift that Harry never questioned. He was secretly relieved that when he returned the two men had retired to the lounge, giving him half a chance to satisfy his loudly complaining tummy without sexual distractions.
“When you have finished devouring the table, come sit with us” that chocolate voice invited.
From the table He couldn’t hear the conversation and besides there were many questions unanswered. Harry gave the bread rolls one last hungry, pointed look and wandered over.
Victor and Snape nodded as one to the lounge where Harry had been discovered earlier. “Would you like a drink cupido? Coffee, Tea, Red wine, Port, or join us in a glass of Ogden’s finest perhaps?”
In anticipation a glass hovered to him and the bottle of Ogden’s poured a generous measure. Harry nodded appreciation and sat uncertainly staring into its golden hue.
“No one is going to bite you Harry, please just relax, Snape is taking full responsibility for you this evening so there are no rules being broken that you need to worry about suffering for”
Harry sipped the cool amber fluid gasping as it burnt its way down his throat and spread tendrils of warmth throughout his body. After a few sips he felt much warmer loosening the collar of his robe. The peek-a-boo display of a gently muscled chest was deeply appreciated.
Victor and Snape exchanged covert glances. Trusting Ogden’s to help, Victor was voted to break the proverbial ice.
“Cupido, Harry, over this past day you may have noticed some changes, within and about yourself.”
Harry snorted into his glass
“To pickup on unspoken words, knowing what folk are going to say or do next, this intuition will be heightened over the next week as your powers become strengthened.”
“On the day of your accident, Severus found you; in fact he saved your life.” Victor lent across and laid a comforting hand on Snapes knee.
“To all intensive purposes you were physically healed very quickly but still unconscious. Day after day there were troops of medical professionals extolling the virtue of this or that, but after five weeks all had given up on you including some of the best minds in the muggle world.”
Victor rose and stood beside Snape who lent his head against Victor’s thigh. His free hand toyed with black hair. Harry watched feeling oddly possessive. “This enigmatic man never once gave up on you Harry. If conventional ways could not bring you back he would have bargained with the Devil himself, and in a way he did”
“No shit Sherlock” came Harry’s Ogden’s response as he held out the glass for a floating refill.
“Severus are you quite certain?” queried Victor with concern “Don’t worry” murmured Snape “Dumbledore uses this approach all the time but being a closet Slytherin he hides it in the tea he forces folk to drink, it will all be fine”
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Chapter 8. “The course of true love never did run smooth”
Bizarre, fantastic, remarkable, weird and wonderful, queer *giggle* unexpected, exotic, astonishing… all words that Harry felt could be used to describe the evening and it had only just begun.
Here he was sharing a normal conversation with two openly sensual men which he was bound to have dreams about forever. One of them was his ‘greasy git’ potions master who had held him in his arms and even kissed him. Praise be to Merlin if I am still in the medi-ward may I never awaken.
The conversation at the table stopped, the dulcet lyric voices as one had ceased and both ravishing creatures were staring at Harry with barely veiled lust. *Lust!!!*
“Please Harry” Sighed Snape “If only so we can get through dinner with some shred of decency, put up a shield or take a cold shower. Else we may have to throw you on the bread rolls and have our combined way with you”.
*Auuuugh that is so not helping* Harry wriggled. He doubted if he would ever look at bread rolls the same way now.
Both wet dreams had him in their focus the brooding looks alone were sending him on the slippery slope to shooters. Snape with an elegant wave of his hand indicated a door that hadn’t been there earlier and Harry made good an escape.
“You are a cruel heartless bastard” he heard Victor purr at his retreating back “Why thank you, I didn’t think you noticed”.
When he stepped out of the shower he noticed a robe similar to what Severus was wearing hovering by the door waiting for him. Towel drying his hair he went to get to his clothes that he had scattered on the floor only to discover the house elves were far too efficient. So naked he slipped on the robe amazed at how soft and comfortable it was.
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That the house elves were able to keep food hot on the serving table was a gift that Harry never questioned. He was secretly relieved that when he returned the two men had retired to the lounge, giving him half a chance to satisfy his loudly complaining tummy without sexual distractions.
“When you have finished devouring the table, come sit with us” that chocolate voice invited.
From the table He couldn’t hear the conversation and besides there were many questions unanswered. Harry gave the bread rolls one last hungry, pointed look and wandered over.
Victor and Snape nodded as one to the lounge where Harry had been discovered earlier. “Would you like a drink cupido? Coffee, Tea, Red wine, Port, or join us in a glass of Ogden’s finest perhaps?”
In anticipation a glass hovered to him and the bottle of Ogden’s poured a generous measure. Harry nodded appreciation and sat uncertainly staring into its golden hue.
“No one is going to bite you Harry, please just relax, Snape is taking full responsibility for you this evening so there are no rules being broken that you need to worry about suffering for”
Harry sipped the cool amber fluid gasping as it burnt its way down his throat and spread tendrils of warmth throughout his body. After a few sips he felt much warmer loosening the collar of his robe. The peek-a-boo display of a gently muscled chest was deeply appreciated.
Victor and Snape exchanged covert glances. Trusting Ogden’s to help, Victor was voted to break the proverbial ice.
“Cupido, Harry, over this past day you may have noticed some changes, within and about yourself.”
Harry snorted into his glass
“To pickup on unspoken words, knowing what folk are going to say or do next, this intuition will be heightened over the next week as your powers become strengthened.”
“On the day of your accident, Severus found you; in fact he saved your life.” Victor lent across and laid a comforting hand on Snapes knee.
“To all intensive purposes you were physically healed very quickly but still unconscious. Day after day there were troops of medical professionals extolling the virtue of this or that, but after five weeks all had given up on you including some of the best minds in the muggle world.”
Victor rose and stood beside Snape who lent his head against Victor’s thigh. His free hand toyed with black hair. Harry watched feeling oddly possessive. “This enigmatic man never once gave up on you Harry. If conventional ways could not bring you back he would have bargained with the Devil himself, and in a way he did”
“No shit Sherlock” came Harry’s Ogden’s response as he held out the glass for a floating refill.
“Severus are you quite certain?” queried Victor with concern “Don’t worry” murmured Snape “Dumbledore uses this approach all the time but being a closet Slytherin he hides it in the tea he forces folk to drink, it will all be fine”
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